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Friday, December 14, 2012

Poem #16

We are
nothing but
What our
imagination
allows
us to be.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Poem #15

There is a color
that reminds me of you
every time.
When you kiss my neck
and it sends shivers
down my spine
and
I turn into a ribbon
floating in the wind.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Monday, December 3, 2012

Poem #13

He told me he loves me.
I just stare out the sunroof as the clouds seem to separate into a layer other than the sky, than the rest of the world.
I was up there.
I was in the clouds.

Poem #12

My eyes swell,
as you tell,
me those words,
I've never heard.

Poem #16

We are
nothing but
What our
imagination
allows
us to be.

Poem #15

There is a color
that reminds me of you
every time.
When you kiss my neck
and it sends shivers
down my spine
and
I turn into a ribbon
floating in the wind.

Poem #14

You
Scared
The being
Behind the
Facade.

Poem #13

He told me he loves me.
I just stare out the sunroof as the clouds seem to separate into a layer other than the sky, than the rest of the world.
I was up there.
I was in the clouds.

Poem #12

My eyes swell,
as you tell,
me those words,
I've never heard.

 

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