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You tug
            tug
                tug

on my heartstrings again.


They say,

"Do what you must,
just don't let him in."
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
Mira mis manos.
Han sido vacias
por todos los días
desde que te saliste.

Da una vuelta,
mira mi cara.
Sigue los recuerdos,
y regresa a mi.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011

I will provide a translation by request.
Estoy feliz
solamente cuando
me siento libre.

Porque sin
la libertad,
qué soy yo?

Si no soy libre,
soy un cuerpo,
nada más.

Sino soy libre
hoy en día,
así que hoy en día,
yo soy yo.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011

I will provide a translation by request.
Here's to last night
and all the nights to come,
when we stay up
laughing through the fear.

The fear of final exams,
of essays and projects
hovering above us
like a cloud ready to pour.

Here's to making memories
at a table in the library,
caffeine in our veins,
all to get those grades.

But we all know what
really happens those nights,
when our studying could
be done in an hour.

But we mix it all up
with time wasting activities,
our giddy faces
magnified in each other's eyes.

Here's to the nights
when we don't really study,
because that's what we'll remember
when it's all said and done.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
Tus secretos
se esconden
entre las arrugas
de mi corazón.

Y te prometo
si no regresas
tan pronto como
en mis sueños...

los dejaré salir.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011

I will provide a translation by request.
It doesn't always happen when you'd expect it,
in the quiet hours when no one else is home.

It comes when I'm in the presence of my dearest friends, however new,
and suddenly, I look around me and see no one but strangers.

To my right I see the group I am a part of, but I don't fit in...
to my left the ones with whom I fit, but do not belong.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
I should have kissed you
inside the hollowed tree;
A moment planned precisely,
obvious enough for discovery.

I should have kissed you
at the top of the hill;
Your skin illimuninated
by the sun setting behind you.

I should have kissed you
on that floral couch;
When the silence penetrated
all but my screaming thoughts.

I should have kissed you
beneath the water;
But I just wondered
why you were even there.

I should have kissed you
but I didn’t.
You said you’d hold me
but you left me in the dust.

You said you’d hold me
but you didn’t.
You ran and ran
but you can’t hide.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
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