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Please don't let me go just yet
Take some time with me to remeber what we used to be.
Just let me take my last few breathes of escatsy
in the fantasy you created for me.
I want to go away from home
Home is not here, not right now
Home is where your happy
I am happy but I'm not Happy
Home is where your free
I want to feel free
Free of rules and madness
You say you see something pretty in me
Like nothing you have ever seen before
Maybe it's the fact I see myself all the time. But
I see nothing at all when I look at me.
Mister or ma’am .
Trepidation is probably the word.
What kind of pain is there that you haven’t provided here?
Im not sure who to believe.
Lack of faith is the real issue.
If you are betrayed,you know how I feel
sitting at home with a brain thinking why?
How do I know it's time to go?
What should I do?With fakers around?Pretending
Only pretending,smiling,it's okay.Now i know
In the dark from whence I came
Shattered glass
From the heavens rain
And yet I utter in ragged breath
The rage against a cruel death
O show me the path I seek
And guide me from this bitter bleak
beatiful nature plagued by this world,like minds infected today in society oh how my father told me"the world is not pretty" and so I will not let myself be blinded by illusions,
It's like when u love someone so
much
That they're always on your mind
That all u can do is write hoping the feelings reside
That even tho y'all aren't together
U still love em the same
What would you slave for?
What yould you die for?
What would you throw yourself infront of a bus for?
For Me, thats a toug-
All As
I would kill myslef for all As
Thats counter intiuitive, isnt it?
Rested your mop of hairOn piles and pilesOf poems old and newYour mouth running like a faucetNot yet digested meals and fluidsYour green apple chunksAnd what used to beA Reese's Peanut Buttercup
and so many things remind me of you
always of you, and you, and you
i’m reminded of your hands, and the way your neck curves to meet your shoulders
the way my shirt hangs off of you like its ten sizes too big
A band may not mean much to some,
but others thrive on everyone.
Bands communicate your thoughts onto paper,
and sing them so you remember it later.
And this band that means so much,
A joking matter but you took it seriously
You protected me as a knight to a princess
But you are no knight and i am no princess
Especially not yours
So why protect me when you have left me before
I am Confused
I am afraid to lose
I am not gvien the ability to truly choose
I am denied idealism
I am force fed lies
I am a screaming child on the inside
tell me to go to hell
tell me i'll burn there
tell me i'm the devil's spawn
i really dont fucking care
tell me you'll pray for me
tell me you have hope
tell me i'm not that bad
Dust, dirt and sandsFill the airChocking the life outta me.
Behold the desertA crappy place to liveWhere cactus drink waterAnd lizards shed their skin.
she lay in a lake where flowers grew through her chest
her heartbeat was what kept the vine alive
but as time died
her heartbeat slowed
she realized the lake was too small
and when she left for an ocean
