Uniquely YoursI think you're beautiful.Uniquely Yours by ~KittyKat098
Sorry I didn't say before.
I walk by here everyday.
I tried,
But there are reasons why
Why I refrain.
Some people would stare,
Be unsure,
Ask questions.
Because you have a peculiar kind of beauty.
One uniquely yours.
People ask who you are,
Say you're weird.
They throw you down,
Stare you down,
Feel your frown,
But I don't,
Because I see what is uniquely yours.
And don't worry,
'Cause I'm here.
When people say we're too similar,
As close as humans can go,
I won't care.
Let them stare.
Because sometimes life just isn't fair.
I love you, my girl.
Your beauty,
Your person,
My sight sees that
GoodbyeSay goodbye to the last second.Goodbye by ~KittyKat098
It ticked by.
It's gone.
You won't get it back.
It's a sad thought.
Youth isn't eternal.
Age is inevitable.
Our life leaves us.
Some have nothing,
Others have all.
But once it's done,
After every card's been played,
Think,
Wasn't it fun?
Cut-Off Place We live in a Cut-Off Place. We are alone on our own personal island. Our lawn meets the ocean. Our house is the floating remnants of livelihood. It's quiet now. Silent, almost. The buzz of the town was lost long ago. My wife and I were left alone when the rain came.Cut-Off Place by ~KittyKat098
We were a newlywed couple when it happened, living on a small hill away from town. It was a place for travelers, the train being the main source of transportation. People came and went. We sat and watched. Like the wheels running across the track, like the smoke spewing into the air, like the horn's fading sound, life left us.
All the people were washed away.
It is beautiful.
Crayon BoxIt's been a long timeCrayon Box by ~KittyKat098
Since the colors were here.
Others forget, but I hold them dear.
Back when I was a girl, the world held hues you don't know.
Grasses were more than green,
Skies, more than blue.
Nowadays it's all singular.
One.
And you're through.
The crayon box was infinite
A long time ago.
It's variety held the earth.
And it's beauty glowed.
Now it holds sixteen
With only a few in between.
This technology drains of what I used to see.
And I'm sad.
And I'm dreary.
I'm alone in this world
As a little old lady who dreams of being a girl.
Until one day when another came along.
She told me her story and sang
Neutral 
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