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gone too soon,                                                                                                                                                                                                                        green girl with t
All Of Me   I go to check if my heart is still there It’s not, you stole it And all I can feel is blood filling up the empty space  
His quivering hands hold back His eyes stare wide Should he take the roses Or shrivel up and hide?
I need to numb the hurt I cannot face this hurt When it looks so much like you I pick up swords To fight you off But they turn to sand in my palms
i wish we had never met, i wish we had never kissed, never fucked, i wish i had never taken your hand in mine, i wish i had never given you a ring,
do you feel my brush strokes as i spread the paint across this page my art comes in words and my heart comes in pieces Because of you.
I feel pain deeply Deep in the very chambers of my heart I feel it in my blood Coursing through my veins Race car drivers on their last lap
two storms met a pair of amber gems and the whole world stood still what do you want turned into whatever you want and two ruddy organs
never again will i trust anyone who dares tell me “i’ll never leave” you are all damn liars time i will never get back
the taste of your tongue is still on my lips and the feeling of your fingers is still on my skin and you both left  bruises 
Dear girl that doesn’t know im in love with her, Despite the major hints i keep dropping I thought of you again today, Because the sun was yellow and warm
Simple Sweet All around Inspiration!  It's hard to be found   Love Friendship In-betweens Inspiration! Sometimes it can't be seen    My friends
Maybe is a word used often in all my thoughts but we were never a maybe, we were written in polished marble, carved into stone.
A poem to you, a poem I dreamt, a poem you made true.
Maybe the clouds will open up and we will be bathed in a golden light, a voice of Heaven, the Creator, rains down like a smile and open arms, speaking the one thing we both wish to hear so desperately.
Anonymous protesters wearing their masks on their arms aren't so anonymous as they ask if you care about animals in cagesPeople flood the streetSome sleeping on it's corners, hidden by closed shop overhangs
Here upon this old woven chair She sits in the land of the inbetween Perched under a wooden sign post The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs   There at the very tip toe top  
i      —-                          i don’t know.  you are what i cannot comprehend  you are                        the dry flakes of skin
Power. Pain is power and power kills. I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death.  Every creed, every colour, every race. Our commonality. We are all one in death. 
the world will end someday, the sun will set for a final time. maybe the ocean will swell up, englufing our world in hues of blue.  maybe a rock will desend from space, exploding our world in shades of red.
Self-discovery slapped me in the face At the age of thirteen. Cornered in the library, the popular girls,
Have I ever stopped to appreciate The soft dip and curve of your hips? The ridges on your thighs?
Dear every boy who asked me out in middle school I hate to break it to you but I will break your heart It’s not that you are a bad person
How could anyone not be curious about you? The one who moves with ease, struggling to become one with her shadow.
They say she has a habit of hanging out in abandoned churches, weaving through broken pews and stepping over tattered hymn books and leaving bits and pieces of her past in her wake.
I feel it i feel the hate though not applied to my experience  applied to  someone else  i can feel it the pain the suffering  of another who shares  my traits
Silence;              was a man i once ‘loved’ he said he lived in the bath that perhaps                if i held my head                                      below water 
p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} “so, when should we have sex?” her lips were cherry pink and quivering with insecure verve. (did she have braces yet?)
"L" is for Love, men, women, and transgender. Those who rise above, these we all remember.   "G" is for Genuine, for being your authentic self. The true adrenaline,
I'm sorry I have disappointed you, mom You think it was so sudden like a bomb It wasn't for me And that I can guarantee I have taken time to know for sure That I don't need a cure Love is not a choice
You don’t know this now, but you’re in the middle of a hurricane called life.You don’t know this, but you're not who you are, you’re who you think you should be-nothing but a stereotype and a false image printed in your head.
The Fear Within Me   There's a fear within me that won’t let me grow A fear so big that can shake me to the core There’s a fear within me that stops me from being with you
Love   Humans and Change Like oil and water To things that refuse to merge It’s a cycle. And it happens over and over.
I don’t think I ever told anyone; Muses are best left hidden. But I keep it still, close to my chest, Like armor.   The way you would smile
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet. They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips Are on a holy mission: Spread the darkness.
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet. They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips Are on a holy mission: Spread the darkness.
“Be thankful,” you say “That I’m still friends with you” As if my very presence could unravel everything you’ve worked so hard to build
It's a feeling.A feeling that you're wrong.A mistake.A freak.   That inner part of you just wants to crawl out and be freeBut the physical and mental chains of your body bind you.  
A girl just the age of seven Encountered a man He said "This will be heaven" Sneaking into her room at night after her mom was in bed Again and again, broken down and violated in her bed
As I grow older, I find myself falling for girls with a similar mindset as me I used to chase after girls Who were pretty, beautiful, but had no personality Something had clicked and in that moment I knew
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