Us

Let our hands align

as your heart collides with mine.

Let your breathes fill my lungs with life

so we will never run out of time.

Then hold me til we decompose,

and you and I are all that's left of the afterlife.

C-L-S

VT

17 years old

Poetry

By C-L-S

CONVENIENCE

I hate that I am only loved when you feel like it,
like I'm lovable but only when there is nothing better,
you miss me but you just miss having me as an option,
you wish I was there but only when nobody else is free.

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Poetry

By C-L-S

I CARE TOO MUCH

I care too much.
Doesn't sound possible right?
It is,
It definitely is,
and you'd wonder how that would be a problem right?

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Poetry

By C-L-S

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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