

for a childa little hand to touch your finger an innoccent smile to melt your heartfor a child
the simplest things can make you fall for a child of sweetness a playful laugh a happy thought
somehow bring the tears to your eyes
a carress of the cheek from a tender little hand
with a face of concern asking whats wrong
you reply nothing as the tears fall faster
and take the child and pull him close he worriedly wipes away your tears and kisses your smiling face
a smile is returned
and he runs off to enjoy the time of his life
a piece of your heart is slowly ripped


Freesoft and silent the feeling creeps in.Free
slow and unnoticed by those who withold it.
warmth and need intertwined with passion,
become a burning desire that was once unknown.
but mysteries are solved and questions answered,
want becomes need and caring becomes love.
but love turns ugly with schrowded darkness full of dispair, loathing, fierce envy.
the promising flower that started out sweet
turns dark and sinful as it comes to bloom in the black haven that surrounds it.
twisted and torn it growns up to the sky
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releasedfaded smiles, hollow tears,released
darkened hearts, and silent stares,
pave the road of crumbling lives.
strip away forgotten lies.
but in the darkness a new light shines.
brighter, stronger, chasing empty promises.
once they were real but now they merely remain, broken ashes across the floor,
for new wind to gather up
and create room for more.
so take the tattered broken bird
and set her free from binding words,of love, of hate,
and let her fly to her unending fate.
to let her live o


exhalation.Sixteen. Sixteen years since she was the size of a deflated lung beneath her mothers ribcage- now she has her own mass beneath her ribcage. Thumping sometimes to the outside, treating the skin of Laylla's stomach like a door. It will open in 3 months, it will be sliced open because her flesh is meat and they'll bring Sophie to air and she'll swallow until all she tastes is that dull white of the hospital. And then she'll cry and the music will drone in Laylla's ears until she tastes vomit and she is numb in all the aching places.exhalation.
She doesn't know the father. She thinks Michael but she tells herself it is Louis. She repeats his na
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"The Hardest Way to Love a Person, is to Be Standing Right Next to Them Knowing You Cant Have Them"
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