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skyline
What is this city? It’s nothing but our own perception Our own version of reality We’re all living in the same city But seeing different skylines I have been absorbed in my own skyline Over exaggerated Dramatic Pathetic It was all I could see; I thought it was the truth I was wrong You see a very opposite skyline Calmer Nicer Simpler I’m embarrassed by my emotions I want to take it back and be better I want to be better for you But that’s my problem How dare I change myself for you How dare I put my life on hold for you How dare I base my self worth on you How dare I I am better than this I am stronger than this And I refuse to waste anymore time doing this Now I have seen your skyline and mine has been broken Only maps really know what our city looks like You and I will never know the truth But for the first time, I’m okay with that
beloved
I preferred his beard and lengthy locks but I loved his crooked smileand I adored his curly hair If his face is to be ignored, Then I am still in love. For his bad jokes, His captivating mind, and strong spirit still allure me Though through it all, it was his heart I loved best His loving heart His giving heart His kind heart His heart he gave to me Yet, this is also the heart he took back this, the heart that stayed intact as it watched mine break the heart that grew cold in my hands the heart I obviously hurt yet I can’t fathom how He was my beloved And I was beloved by him He once was such possibility But now he is an end The end Oh, how hard that is to say How hard to fathom that is A time without he A strength without his arms A life, No longer beloved
possibility
I stand at the start at the very beginning of it all Before the worries. the fights, the pet peeves the problems I can't even imagine or I don't choose to imagine Here in this place and time I am happy forgetting what came before with only the blissful possibility of what lies ahead Now is the time to embrace Now is the time I will always remember With so many possibilities I can never be sure what comes next is any better I hope, I hope upon hope alone, though my choice of blissful ignorance, that the possibilities are only great I stand at the start at the very beginning of it all but all I see is you and how can that not be great?
helping
november tenth. Say it, november tenth. It tastes so beautiful in my mouth, on my tongue. I love a day, I love words. how can that be? How can a word bring happiness? For isn't that what love is, bringing happiness, helping us get through the day. Helping us carry on, the things that make us happy, the things that make us smile. Like the pretty name of a day. The pretty name of the day that helps us remember how pretty the day can be. That's what love is, helping.
without
Being without implies you once had something implies there is something to miss a friend a hobby a good book anything, everything being without means we are alone and that is the worst enemy of them all but why? Why are we so afraid to be alone To be without for a little while? For, isn’t it true Only when we are alone Do we see who we truly are Without Maybe that’s what we’re afraid of us
upstairs
Up the stairs we climb To go upstairs we’ll run We’ll go upstairs to rise up stairs Above the world below Upstairs we roam Up to the stairs we’ll walk We’ll walk around the stairs to see the stairs What’s beneath the stairs alone? Under the stairs we do not know we cannot know what does lie below In dark and dreary room In no room at all Beneath the stairs there are no stairs at all And there you’ll find a boy All sad and lonesome still Beneath the stairs Within the stairs This is his home
discuss
We circle around each other Dancing in and out of the other’s life It was not perfect It was not automatic Maybe we don’t click Maybe we’re not supposed to We protrude outward with greetings And retreat with fear and insecurity Never building up the courage to commit To open up and let the other in We smile We speak We walk away Nothing to talk about But so much to discuss
flashback
Chocolate chip pancakes. Mac & Cheese. A hummingbird. A ticket stub. Cheap Sunglasses. To be surprised. A pizza crust. Vintage Ties. When Will I see you? You tell me. Burberry Touch. A kiss upon his cheek. Hazel Eyes. White Chocolate. Banana, Strawberry. Goodnight Darling. One. One. One. One. A wish A dream Of what we could be But for today Just a flashback A memory
cross
Twenty years ago My path began. Kinder garden and grade school My path continued And I always stopped to pick flowers along the way Middle school and High School My path took many twists and turns I often got turned around and confused But I always found my way back College was an uphill slope The higher I rose The harder the winds blew Then my path got easier I began to walk slower and notice the flowers again Two months ago your path was crossed mine And I’ll never be the same.