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Paige B.

Paige B.

Left Behind

As you walk away,
Without looking back,
I stand here, heart in my hands.
I wish you had stayed
Or that I’d done something different.
Why did you leave, when I needed you most?
I just wanted to have someone that would,
For once,
Stay.

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Not Sempiternal

We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
summer

morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
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I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
What does the wind taste like?

The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
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Maybe

All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
Winter’s Sorrows are the Problems of Spring’s Tomorrow

He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
Why is it that promises are broken every day and nothing is done about it?

The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
Dear Dad:

Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
Definite

And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
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What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
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so tired

i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
Resentment

Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
broken love and blood

damp. damp and frothy and sticky upon
The creek

Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath
dying?

flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
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