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Luz Lopez6 hours ago
The End of Me
You said you are living me and with that you are breaking my heart . You are living with her Minds as well be dead. Because without you I can not breathe, I can not live, I don’t want to exist Without...
Jenn Melon9 hours ago
It’s Time to Make a Change, Shootings Need to Stop
I walk into school eight on a Wednesday morning I go into my first hour, everyone oddly silent. After going into homeroom I hear upsetting news. “A couple of miles from here, there was a shooting in a...
Samira Haque9 hours ago
Visit
He has come to meet me, but why is it still lonely? What path has love brought me to? Is this argument with myself or is it with God? Love is like the game of cards It's the story of trust, broken and...
M
Mina 9 hours ago
Poetry💕
Hay, Welcome to a lot of my poetry. Writing is what makes me feel alive. I hope you will feel it too while reading.. ❤️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE DAYS PASS BY Instead of using our free ti...
Samira Haque10 hours ago
Since
My heart has something special to say to your heart So don’t stay far away, it’s the only request from my heart Just listen to my heartbeat, it says what I’m not able to say with my mouth My heart has...
Ecarg Nosive11 hours ago
To the Moon
I love you to the moon and back But it takes a long time to get to the moon I don’t want to move too fast Then I won’t meet all the parts of you I could fall at first glance But what exactly would tha...
Sweet Serpent I Am in Love
As they took to the floor to take their first dance as husband and wife. His heart raced. Like the day she confessed her undying love for him. On her near death bed. He looked deep into her eyes with ...
Amanda Marchese12 hours ago
Under the Covers
Maybe I just need to clear my head Meet someone and laugh instead Of always distancing myself From the crowd and getting help I'm at a point where I agree I no longer want to be held down by the thing...
Carly Herriges12 hours ago
Balloons
I've been thinking about balloons, how the waxy outside of them gets more and more sheer with each breath that fills it, but the color still remains, like all of the things we empty ourselves into are...