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Falling.
The fresh taste of blood salts my lips.
Rage. How dare I dream about a future that may never come?
11 years 1 month ago
Love (n): a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
1. You made me realize that love
11 years 1 month ago
The wheels go round
up an down,
hear that sound?
Not us.
We're deaf.
Deaf to life.
11 years 1 month ago
(poems go here) When the moment I met; I met the most beautiful girl;Your eyes sparked like shooting stars;Your voice rose the red roses
11 years 2 months ago
Lily sighed and Lily cried, when she heard that her father died.
Lily prayed and Lily swayed that he was still alive.
11 years 2 months ago
I have a dream
Where a white woman beats her black husband in a house with thin walls
11 years 2 months ago
Red, the color of passion
Red, the color of hate
Red, the color of pure blood
Red, the color of a curse
11 years 2 months ago
being with you might be nice
it might be like the space in between music notes, the gap between our lips and
11 years 2 months ago
It’s like he’s trapped in a cage.
He’s building up rage
Within the days
He’s been spending in this place
11 years 2 months ago
If there was no sight,
No skin would be seen;
No eye colour found;
No hair observed;
No height measured.
11 years 2 months ago