life as we know it

By kdandurb

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Being a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit. More

mind
alone
pretty
gone
why
not sad
you
hold
crazy
faith
trapped
love
all
letting go
infinite
smile
saddest
wounds
lost
crash
enough
crumble
reality
words
happiness
heights
better
goodbye
apart
walls
lonely
butterflies
ponder
away
strong
truth
smile
apologies
hold
running
happy place
bestfriend
unknown
cry
arms
breaking
where
visitor
sorry
lies
kitty
just
rabbit hole
baby
safe
mask
scars
story
pills
fear
broke
can't
poem
when
not
question
night
ash
ocean
regret
things that fall
monster
reasons
fragile book
forget
a random note
losing
clockwork
grew up
3 am
tears
manage
him
bliss
escape
chasing
sleeves
perfection
everything
heart
alphabet
matches
fault
had
rhyme
stars
fool
2 am
slit
your happiness
heart
woke
memories
unbreakable
not easy
who you have become
she could
eraser
dead
message
happy
overboard
simple words
11:11
what i'm left with
selfish
tear me in two
anxious
please
I wish you knew
young
hidden
learned
foolish
once upon a time
thing about love
okay
rain
inside
things
piano
me
maybe
with you
not alone
pitiful
speechless
max
poet

eyes

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By kdandurb

everytime is like the first.

when i look into your eyes,

i get lost.

in the flickers of green towards the pupil,

and the endless blue sea surrounding.

i don't know what you see in mine,

the ever changing colors,

from green to gray to blue

to all of the above.

ever changing, like my personality.

you can tell a lot by someone's eyes.

their hopes and dreams,

regrets and lies,

what they despise,

and in reprise,

they will thrive,

and you can see it in their eyes.

-k.d.

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