Us

Let our hands align

as your heart collides with mine.

Let your breathes fill my lungs with life

so we will never run out of time.

Then hold me til we decompose,

and you and I are all that's left of the afterlife.

C-L-S

VT

16 years old

Poetry

By C-L-S

I saw you

I wonder what people see when they first look at you,
are they nervous?
Are they afraid?
Do they wonder about your thoughts?

Or do they see you as an everyday person?
Or do they think you look kind,

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Poetry

By C-L-S

They are all the same

You left dead flowers at my grave,
as if they were all the same.

Most leave bouquets,
even though they will slowly die,
just like me til I made it to the afterlife.

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Poetry

By C-L-S

How do I hate you?

I hate you,
I hate the way you make me feel,
and the way you talk to me.

I hate how you look at me,
like no one else is in the room.

I hate how when I sit next to you,

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