Isabelle Cote

With you i feel things
I have never felt before
you bring that occasional tear to my eye
you make me feel..even more
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The silence is sweet
yet it's killing me
see from my side
THEN you could see
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Before i begin let me warn u that I did not get an opinion before posting this poem. Therefore, I don't like it. But i hope you enjoy anyways :)

Find a way to make me happy
By telling me that you love me
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Have you ever fallen into someones eyes?
Have you fallen so deep into him, leaned so far into him
that you disconnect from your body and your surroundings
and you can feel is when he squeezes your hand
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Can you tell me why you do these things?
Can you easily tell me the reason...
hate
seemingly
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You and I.....we're salty and sweet
The perfect combination
We are complete
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Every time I wish
I close my eyes
I pray to whoever is up there
I blow the seeds off that dandelion
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Before you read; I know this obviously isn't poetry so I please ask that you don't give any bad comments... It was a dare from a friend that I couldn't pass up
I'm sorry...
and btw and MURSE is a MAN PURSE
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Dew drops on silky green leaves
interwining
wrapping around....soft flowers
grows peacefully,
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There comes a time in one's life
where we have to say goodbye to that familiarity
and say hello to unknown territory
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Every time i look into your eyes,
that melts, beyond my lonely devise
as the breeze blows across your hair
the only thing i'm capable of doing, is to gasp,
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before i start, let me just say, this is just a tidbit from a song i wrote today called, *I was never good at lying*. thank you. :)

looking at the sky, you wonder why it has to be me
thinkin' you shouldn't see me,
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tears, hot on flesh
screaming water
yells at her skin
burning
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this is not a poem.
this is a true story.
i have never before found love, and don't think i ever will.
why?
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You stopped loving me.
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Soaring and flying above all I know
And sleeping with a smile plastered onto my face
I think about you, I think about everything
And i wish that you were here with me
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why are the people who are left alone
the ones who deserve to be loved the most?

why are we left to cry.
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Locked inside
this place
in my mind
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She's crying
but it's for her rage
she'd bleeding for her pain
she's laughing for the death
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Scarlett blue eyes
had a problem
she would write, dreamed to sing
but could make no music
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