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Days pass on like years
Without you by my side,
Life feels so dull
Without your mesmerizing eyes and goofy smile,
My heart pains with aching
Without the never- ending joy I have when I see you...
Missing your jokes,
The way you look at me with those eyes,
The way you talk to me,
The way you tell me how important I am to you,
The way you tell me that you love me...
It all points to being love struck,
But I'm scared to trust you,
To love you back,
To be open with you in a way I never have with anyone before....
You promise that you'll never leave me,
You promise that you'll love me forever,
You promise that you'll help me through anything,
But you know,
And I know,
That you have a tendency of breaking your promises...
A Lover's LongingI don't think I'll find peace
Until you're here with me
When my body can physically feel
What the Universe has made to be
Every time I hear your voice
I get a shiver up my spine
I giggle like a schoolgirl
Living out adolescence in its prime
I don't think I'll love another
Quite as much as I love you
Sheerly because we're best friends
And are alike in so much that we do
I hug my pillow at night
Wishing it were you instead
Crying the driest tears
That leave no stains upon my bed
I wish I were with you every day
That I may express my love for you
In a slightly differing sense
Than that which you are used to
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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