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I wonder if you could be happy without me,
If you could do being without me.
Whether you'll still laugh as beautifully,
With that small smile lingering all day long unconsciously.
I really don't think I can do all that without you.
And even if I could come to love again.
It would never again feel as easy as breathing,
Like having a heart just a little smaller than being complete.
Maybe I'm just wondering how important I am to you,
How true your beautiful words are,
How I know with such a certainty,
That you are the reason for all my lingering smiles.
If you could do being without me.
Whether you'll still laugh as beautifully,
With that small smile lingering all day long unconsciously.
I really don't think I can do all that without you.
And even if I could come to love again.
It would never again feel as easy as breathing,
Like having a heart just a little smaller than being complete.
Maybe I'm just wondering how important I am to you,
How true your beautiful words are,
How I know with such a certainty,
That you are the reason for all my lingering smiles.
Literature
Your Voice
I owe my hope
To your voice.
Full of light
And angelic flow.
You sang of
Angels
Of devils
And love.
You strummed
Your guitar
To the soul
Of your voice.
You touched the
Piano
Giving it blood
And life.
You brought
Me to a higher
Place than
I've ever been.
You made my
Smile
More natural.
More at ease.
Now you
Bring me to
My death
My world turned upside down.
I hold
Tight onto my
Cell phone.
Wanting you to call.
I stay there still
Not moving.
Everyone is worried
They tell me to give up.
I wish that
You'll call.
I wish that
You're safe.
But even I
Know that wishes
Don't come true.
You won't be back.
Neve
Literature
Bittersweet
"Darling, what makes you love me?" The question is so simply stated, in her purple velvet voice, as she reclines in his strong arms, and lets the bittersweet smoke caress their limbs, pulling them closer together.
His long inhale, as the toxins coat the soft tissue of his black lungs, is audible, as he mulls over the question before answering.
"I love how you can make insanity look beautiful." He states, recreating the day he came home, in his mind. The day he found her telling stories to the static on the television. The day he started to question if his joking label of "crazy" may possibly ring true.
"I love how I can tell when you're ha
Literature
Hold
Let me wake up next to you
and know each day that this is true:
that in my dreams you hold me tight
and do the same in day's cold light.
Let me taste the air you breathe
and see the stars that your eyes see.
If I can hear the words you sing
I'll have no need for other things.
Let me share the love you feel
and bathe myself in your ideals.
To know that we might live as one
would leave injustices undone.
Let me hold you tight against
my heartbeat regular, intense.
For, when we're close, the world is right:
let me hold you day and night.
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Another spectacular one! It's a little sad and gorgeous and sweet all at once.