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Don’t you think it’s quite unfair
how we could never be.
I thought we were the perfect pair,
yet no one could quite see.

You and I are basically one,
you see, we are the same.
But “us”, I figured, there was none
because we follow the rules of this game.

I’ve always wondered why our paths wouldn’t cross
even though we have the same design.
And I couldn’t count you as loss
for you were never mine

And I guess I have to live with that:
You being only as close to my side
because even though we never meet,
as long as you travel with me
(into this line to infinity)
it would still be an amazing ride.
we had to write a poem for advanced algebra. so here goes. inspired from the concept of parallel lines. you see, they are so the same, but they never meet. and that is so sad. eh
unknown Jun 2015
I remember when I would always see you,
my heart would skip beats.
Now another has that affect on me.
who knew I'd finally get over you.
Eccedentesiast Jun 2015
ten
give me one day
just one day
and
if it works
give me tomorrow
just another tomorrow
and if it works
give me forever
just a forever and an
e t e r n i t y
AnnSura Moon May 2015
If you listen close
You'll hear her voice
Drifting in the wind.
It pulls you in,
Like a melody being sung
To a fragile baby.
It ensconced you,
Pulling you into the deep,
Dark depths and never letting you escape.
Her cries for help are silent,
Where as her cries of happiness are heard.
“I’m just another story”
Is what she tells herself
Over and over again
As she tries so hard
To hold on.
She has a story in her eyes,
And those who choose to search
Unravel the mystery that she is,
And still remains to be.
AM May 2015
Another figure will come
To me—to change me
To love and be loved by me
To be the gasoline for my flame
To be the winner of my game
And he will let me write poetry
Inside his ripped blank pages
With pitch black ink as dark as
His deep lost eyes
And he will read and keep reading
Until he forgot to blink
Like my words and promises are
The alcohol he over drink
To truly love another
You first must love yourself...
Just don't do it in public !!!!
Sarah Johnson Apr 2015
four of hearts and he whispers
"the best is yet to come"
Well, snap out of it.
think of sunshiney days on the Oval,
think of nights spent in your bed
think of blue skies
and smoke by the bridge

kissing on the couch,
heartbreak and PBR
this one hurt
Dallas jozwick Apr 2015
I wish you here
to wipe the dust off my mouth

The new I miss you
doesn’t feel swell
I need your taste
so these bitter lips
stop feeding this limp world
It never was you
My muse.
it died long ago

I remember the letters
falling out of my fingertips
the touch of your hands
don’t feed my words
anymore
and its too late
To send a kiss
Redemption isn't allowed
once you turned away
on the person you were
Another night alone,
another empty bottle and
another ****** poem.
Another pack of cigarettes,
another finished bowl.
Another way to deal with it,
another line of blow.
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