Do you want to taste my memories?
I wanted to write a poem that you would understand
Love is like skipping: if you know the secret, you can learn to fly
Two teenagers on love
It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
lately I can't speak words fail me why won't this end
Your angel stayed long after everything else was gone
Today, after love, I looked at my lover
Taste the Future
Memories we live in
May 26, 2009
I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands I used to hold
Life is an ocean. We wanted to swim.
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
You can get to my heart by making me cry
Afterwards, in the stillness of exhaustion
Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days.
No one wants you the way you are
Tell me of good things that are happening in life
underwhelming dystopian futures
Newton under a tree, dreaming
Republic of Fear
you kissed me on that night you can't remember
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