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what once was
We lie tired
Bundled up in puffers and scarves
On the pleather seats of the bus that feels like home.
You rummage through your red lunchbox,
Unpacking each item carefully
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spring is for being naïve
at dusk
sun setting on an april day in paris
I messaged you
as if I was sending letters
by carrier pigeon
to an enemy fort
hidden in the alps
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just kids
at first
you were the loud boy on the bus
with a red lunchbox
full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos
and parmesan your dad brought back from italy
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the woods
it is morning
defined
by linen against soft skin
wet grass
and an orange sunrise
quiet
from the west
to the east
a bus is parked
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the last waltz
this will be
the first
and the last
dance
we'll share
I'll be wearing pink
riding high on a childhood dream
waltzing
like it's 1945
Loves
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Intertwined Fate
my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds.
all i ever spent my life waiting for
stands still here– emotionless
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love
what is it?
i've always found it
confusing
why
are we tied to
one person
only
why
is romantic love
more important
than friendship
why
do i push people away
yet long
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Turning to Silt
I never thought I'd wonder
how it would feel to touch your face
but now the thought sticks to my skin, tangles
in my hair. I never thought
your eyes would be anything but blue,
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I want to LIVE
I want to live,
I want to hear a million songs and dance in the rain,
I want to kiss and make love,
I want to see the world from every angle,
meet people that I will love and ones I won't,
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First kiss
You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved
