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It's midnight and I can't sleep Again I'd like to think you're still here Still roaming down the hall searching for what you'd lost while you were breathing
Broken Hollow shell The person you once were I miss you Please return Questions plague you Memories remain Was it because she reminds you of me Or is there something else
I look at you with longing eyes and I recieve a warped image of a stranger who was once full of love. Was I wrong to wear my heart on my chest for the world to see. Was I wrong to love you with all that I had inside of me.
I used to think missing someone was the worst pain It was the worst thing you could possibly feel Here I am 7 months after you left I realized that missing someone does hurt 
Being surrounded by loved ones temporarily make me feel strong,  but the silence of my house causes reality and I realize you are really gone.  Over and over again trying to convince myself this is merely a dream, I cry out to God pleading for him
Home is a very obsure term   The building I once lived in  Is not home anymore The bed full of blankets And my favorite stuffed animal Is not home anymore The family that I love 
It's okay if you don't want to talk to
He loved me once Everyday he told me so.  Anytime of the day it didn't matter. Right there beside me or There in the middle of the day. space between us grew bigger and bigger
Some people judged too quick 
Goodbyes are the hardest things...
When I turn around  Smiling To share a joke Before I remember You don't smile anymore Not six feet under  
I need to move into the city somewhere I've never been somewhere where there aren't  memories of him. Because the loneliness in well known places the silence with familiar faces
It is rare that a man Can come to terms with Surrender. It is in a unfair waisteland that a man can make sense of these thoughts that will hinder. Its uncomprehensible that
Is it a light at the end of my tunnel
It’s 1:58am and my thoughts are of you. Whilst the rain falls heavily, I imagine the feel of your hot breath on my neck,
  The feeing comes slowly,  
The pain of not being able to call you The hurt that comes with not being able to see you The bittersweet light at the end of the tunnel when I think I'm finally over you
The sun is going down, but I don't mind the sun is going down, but I don't mind Kind people are hard to find so I,
I collected in a box all the things I left behind,
The sound was of a riverflowing out to seaMy tired eyes grew worriedas it all came back to me... I saw a facebut it wasn't enough.
What time is it in Fresno? What time is it in London? What time is it in Austria? I wish I could split my body Into several pieces I would send one of me to each of you
I remember that first day, even though it was many years ago. I was only three years old, but those three years had been amazing. However, they would never compare to the next fourteen.
There's nothing I wouldn't give, I'm still addicted... But it's not really me you love, It's my best friend... There's nothing I wouldn't have done, Anything for you... You're all I've ever wanted,
a song's on repeat, something's not right. this time you're the reason I cried myself to sleep last night. moving on doesn't come easy, at least not for me. I know it's something I've gotta do,
  If you were here, I’d tell you how much you mean to me. If I could hug you I would. If I could erase the memories of your suffering I would. The kitchen isn’t the same. It doesn’t smell the same.
One last hug and kiss before you go. You walk away while my tears flow. I just want to grab you one last time. I know this hill is going to be tough to climb. I can't believe it's been over two months since you've left.
The stars up in the sky are beaming down, bringing light to the earth   All of them combined couldn't amount to your worth, you see the angels shinedown and kiss you, crying rain because they miss you 
My life was short My life was cruel. Winston was my brother But he hardly felt as one. I never was a child I never lived my life. I was robbed of a past I was robbed of a future.
Shadowy steps with fireworks in the sole of my shoes.No older than Michael Jordan’s 2nd championship,I stood knee deep in happiness.Still remembering apollo and balcony views.
I used to wake up next to you and know what love meant How it meant the first one up had to make pancakes And put strawberries on top. And the last one up had to make the bed In the craziest of ways
Longing, it is you that I am longing Here I lie, wanting you to be here Yearning for much, it is you I’m yearning Near to my heart, I want to feel you near
I miss your voice   and you're gentle touch:   things I dwell upon   all the many hours,   but now you're gone   and I am left
Face in the mirror smiles  haven't seen her in a long while Leather jacket in the closet guitar on the floor Mine for now forever yours Poetry strewn vague intentions
As I place my head upon my pillow I reminisce throughout the night I remember his hands Rough and worn An oil scent shaded with black The color of work Filling each line
Apology Never Accepted  Saba G Shah An old lady inside a white bedroom laying ontop of a light blue bed. Her glasses set upon a wooden table next to her while her arms are bruised from the needles and syringes forced inside her fragile body.
My name is Marisa and I exist here on earth. All my life I've been told if you want something ask God first. Some believe in you and some may not I heard you're amazing Well from what I've been taught.
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