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If you asked me to I’d come cry with you this instant
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2016
How dare you come into my life again after five years of acting like you will never own how you will always love me and then be perfect and sit there and hold me while I cry and say all the right things and have all the right reactions and kiss me on the fuckin forehead and wipe away tears and hair and run your hands down my back to ease the pain...
How dare you shake his chance like that? He had solid ground to stand on before you came in like an earth quake of “I should have been there to hold you” placing “I deeply loved you” cracks under his fault lines.
Deeply loved you;
loved, past tense
so stop holding me
like its the present
placing “I deeply loved you”
placing “I deeply loved you” cracks under his fault lines. .... fucking wow!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
:)
:) thanks *blush*
Much Love
Ashley
You've got the raw clay of
You've got the raw clay of beauty here, now just concentrate on squeezing it with your wounded finger, till your blood is thoroughly mixed in the clay. Then let it dry a day or two, and see if it pleases you. If it does, than fire it in the kiln – to make it solid. If you still don't like it after that, you can always put it on the other side of the room, and throw rocks at it – till it shatters. Sometimes the shards will fly off – and offer a new starting point, for the next lump of clay.
:) that's one of the best
:) that's one of the best comments I have ever had left on a poem! I enjoy the idea of throwing rocks at it
Much Love
Ashley