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hopelessly
I hate your golden curls,
the way they get matted when you sleep.
I hate your boring blue eyes,
the way they look when you weep.
I hate your sword of bronze,
the way you can call it at your hip.
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never
I fall in love every so often
I thought I'd list a few.
Lately, I've been in love with two,
Not really knowing who to choose.
But now I know who,
And I don't have to choose.
It was always him or her,
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werewolf
I've never really gotten to enjoy the moon at its fullest. I am always nowhere to be found, as all of my friends like to sit under the stars.
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Eavesdropping
I fly by the hallways, emptier than ever and I can hear chuckles from nearby classrooms. I love the outside, sure, but I love being inside just as much. There's no family to lecture me about how bad the high school is. Though it isn't.
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Loves
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And the Message Said
I got a very old text message today.
I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past.
It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box,
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at home on a winter's night
The thick night cloaks everything and the snow follows suit
a delicate dance, welcome
after two years of rainy Decembers.
My room is cold even though
the heat is blasting, so I sit
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To Emily
In Amherst's shade, where whispers grow,
You stitched the seams of all we know,
A bee's soft hum, a slant of light,
Became the fabric of your night. -
A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
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A Silent Song
Tell me you love me, that you will never let me go
Treat me like you’ve found me after I was lost in the snow
Put me on a pedestal like we are in a show
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Online
Preach about showing it all
To let yourself be bare and raw
It's just a trend, it's just a phase
You'll forget about in the next few days