dailywish

two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry we could not travel both and be one traveler, long we stood and looked down as far as we could and knew we'd have to leave each other in order to grow; this was the moment we couldn't bare in which our lives would never be the same and so we looked to one another with such despair and to my senses, at last i came, and from each other, we walked away both of us longing for a desperate call back but yet we marched out into our own frays our separate paths leading the way and knew after this, we would never come back. we shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence:

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i never really write love poems so i thought today i'd try. it might start out with something cheesy, like he makes me feel like i can fly but i think that'd just be a lie. the truth is that loving him is like breathing an honest sigh in that he's the realest thing that's ever been mine and when he holds me close and i can hear his heart and its sweet sound, i'm feeling the closest i ever have to the ground because being with him makes me feel like i belong and when he's there, it's like everything that's ever been wrong is suddenly right. i wish he could stay with me all night and scare all the monsters away because sometimes i

the first time i met her she was practically passed out but she was beautiful, even then, with heavy eyes and bare knees. it was new years eve and my only resolution was to move on. but here i was, stuck in place again. "i figure," she said, "the best way to celebrate a new year is to get drunk enough to forget the one before! what do you think?" "cheers to that," i said but she wasn't really listening as she inhaled another plastic cup of beer. "what's your name?" "nadia," she said in a voice scratchy with sleep and alcohol and depression. "you know, nadia means hope. you can look it up." "no. i trust you." by midnight she was on top o

this is the climax of my life and i've never felt so close to the ground.