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A girl.A girl.
A girl with bright blue eyes.
Who loves the night but is afraid of the dark.
A girl who loves horror stories and sad songs.
A girl who lives for the sun but stays in the rain.
A girl who lives her real life, but plays it like a game.
A girl who has many loves, none of them being requited.
A girl who speaks so many tounges, but none can be understood.
Who speaks with her mind and her heart but some choose not to hear.
Who tries to understand those who sometimes fear.
Who hides her pain and her misery inside.
Who shines so brightly in the light.
Who has a fondness for art, sunflower seeds and poetry.
Who loves to draw, even though she feels like she can't.
Who is insecure, and laughs anyway when a joke is made.
Who is misunderstood, but follows along anyway.
Who has dark auburn hair, shiny glasses and a smile that could dazzle millions.
Who is this girl?
Who speaks her mind?
Who keeps her feelings inside?
....Since you asked.
I am this girl.
This girl is me.
Anniversary (Part 2) Anniversary
Ben woke up on the couch after crying himself to sleep that night. He sat up and sighed.
He sniffled and cried a bit, then got up off the couch, walked upstairs to the attic to go look through his and Nny's old photo's to try and cheer himself up.
He makes his way over to a large trunk with a large heart embroidered onto it and opened it. He pulls a few photographs of him and Nny out, and look over them.
He reaches back into the chest and pulls out a small postcard that looks a little torn, tattered and old. "W-wha..?" He says, then looks it over. It was from eon's ago and it looks like it came from Hawaii
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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