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You're walking away,
your bags have been packed
for awhile now.
Staring at the door,
with your hand on the knob,
you suddenly turn around
and smile in a way..
that I'll miss everyday..
for a lifetime.
Just go, don't wait
for waiting brings hopes.
Hopes that tear my heart apart.
Taking a step closer,
you take my hand and
as a tear slides down my face
you say,
"I'll never forget you..
inside, I will always love you."
I never thought I'd live to see this day.
But with one last embrace, you're gone.
The sound of the door closing behind you
makes me want to take my last breath of life.
You left, you couldn't wait.
For waiting would bring hopes,
hopes that would tear your heart apart.
your bags have been packed
for awhile now.
Staring at the door,
with your hand on the knob,
you suddenly turn around
and smile in a way..
that I'll miss everyday..
for a lifetime.
Just go, don't wait
for waiting brings hopes.
Hopes that tear my heart apart.
Taking a step closer,
you take my hand and
as a tear slides down my face
you say,
"I'll never forget you..
inside, I will always love you."
I never thought I'd live to see this day.
But with one last embrace, you're gone.
The sound of the door closing behind you
makes me want to take my last breath of life.
You left, you couldn't wait.
For waiting would bring hopes,
hopes that would tear your heart apart.
Literature
FFM28 - Alliance
“Let me get this straight,” Sadi began, glaring at the fae present. “You want to work with them? Instead of getting paid?”
Ace nodded. “I found out why they started the Rebellion, love,” he said seriously. “It’s not pretty. We’ll have to head back, get Poly and Maria. Convince them to help. I don’t want to be on Poly’s bad side.”
“‘Get on my bad side’?” croaked a voice from behind him. Ace whirled around, blinking at the sight of Maria standing awkwardly beside Shade, a crow perched on her shoulder. The crow huffed and ruffled its fea
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
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i didn't seem to find it quite as sad as everyone else did...maybe being on the either end of this poem many times before has something to do with it...life (and love) goes on. this poem is wonderfully written. very clear, very expressive. i especially like the variance on the repetition for the end. nice spin and very true. not one sided and i like that. nice job overall.