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it tears me away
from what I'm thinking
It kills me to wonder
how you're feeling
when I see those tears
that can break a thousand hearts
it pierces me
like a spear to the gut
please let them go
hurry up though
so my tears don't flow
a little selfish I know
but it truly affects me more than you know
I try to keep calm
I won't look in weak in front of you
I won't join you
I will do everything I can to help you
Embrace you, talk to you
even write for you
try to make you smile
I'll do everything for you
please don't cry anymore
from what I'm thinking
It kills me to wonder
how you're feeling
when I see those tears
that can break a thousand hearts
it pierces me
like a spear to the gut
please let them go
hurry up though
so my tears don't flow
a little selfish I know
but it truly affects me more than you know
I try to keep calm
I won't look in weak in front of you
I won't join you
I will do everything I can to help you
Embrace you, talk to you
even write for you
try to make you smile
I'll do everything for you
please don't cry anymore
Literature
You Have Her Number
I wonder when you got it
Was it a few days after her passing?
Was it a year after her passing?
You have her number
I’m sorry if you receive random calls
I’m sorry that you might have voicemails
Those are dedicated to someone else
But you have her number
I wonder if you think about it
Why you keep getting the same damn calls
You probably hate receiving them
You probably think
“Why is this bitch keep calling for someone named Mema?”
In a way I think
I know she’s gone
I know she won’t answer
But still I call
I’m sorry for some many calls
But you have her number
And I just can’t move on
Literature
UntitledSunset
Sunset wraps up the day in ribbons and bows
And we watch another page torn from the calendar of our lives.
Hearts measure time not of clocks, but anothe rythm,
More like surf, or the beating of wings.
With a cold wind in my face I think of
The beauty in loss, and the bitterness in gain.
I think,
Jasmine tea,
Don't you?
Literature
Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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Wrote this after 2 girls were crying while reading one of their stories out loud in creative writing
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Wow, were they reading a personal story? aww
Great poem, that shows the point of view of a guy xP