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My Sweet Summer Girl by TheDiabeticKeyblader, literature
Literature
My Sweet Summer Girl
My Sweet Summer Girl,
Or, A Heart Of One-Thousand Paper Cranes
By Shayn Lomba, 11/2010
I am here,
Holding the broken pieces.
I stay still,
Wielding a puzzle of mass proportions.
I cling to the forgotten,
For the memories stay fresh in my mind.
I will wait until summer,
Again, and again, and again.
The shattered ceramic of my heart
Can be healed with work and time,
But the fragile glass of memories
Must wait until the end.
I wander, again, in the endless maze,
Tangled in a web of hope and doubt.
I know I'll have the chance,
Come the next summer morn.
I am but a ghost, alone in this shell,
This home, this bed, without you in
Shiver by superstarsam123, literature
Literature
Shiver
Summer stars
Live and die,
the winter moon
rises and sets.
I come and go
With the different seasons.
You stay,
An everpresent being.
You sit,
And wait,
For the warmth of spring.
I stand,
Watching you,
From the concealing shadows.
My eyes,
Meet yours,
And we hold our stare.
Your eyes,
So bright,
Make me long for spring.
I can see it in you too,
The longing.
I shiver.
Not from the cold,
But from the longing.
I shiver.
I shed my current skin.
I have changed.
I shiver.
The frigid air
Pricks me exposed skin.
I shiver
As I move toward you,
And you toward me.
I shiver.
We are close now,
About to touch.
I
There's a boy (and I don't know if I know him) by Nullibicity, journal
There's a boy (and I don't know if I know him)
There's a boy, and he says
that he stays up till 3am
thinking of a smile he's only seen
in pictures.
There's a boy, and I want to save him,
but you just can't save them all...
There's a boy, whom I tell
"I have nothing left to give,"
but who still thinks of me
in stars and moons
with the dry throat of
a martyr.
There's a boy, and he says
with the cratered crescent of lips,
a tongue too shy to say for certain:
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
and there's a girl, a horribly rotten girl,
who feeds the birds and ants in bruises,
a girl who holds the hornets in her ribs--
who bubbles hysteria in stings
and bleeding
