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I see you across the room and I have to know what your voice sounds like. I have to know what your touch feels like.
Dear Future, As I look onto you, fear installs It often fills my eyelids Sometimes I wonder if I’ll fall You’re the only one that can lift it The empty shell I call a body
To My Dark Side,
This morning I caught the blues.I stood on the edge of the spoon with nowhere to go.I tied my shoes and searched for my muse.There she sat, distance postponing an ooze of stew.With the end of the ladle short.
Optimism, not yet here Preluding, yet it rests Finds shelter in an anxious heart Remaining unpossessed
Waking up is never my choice I would prefer to stay in my dreams Where you are with me and not miles away I wake to the ding of my phone But I know it brings traces of you
Hello, how have you been? It's been so long since we've talked. I miss your voice, I miss your laugh. It has slowly become a stranger to me. But never will it disappear, it's like a tattoo.
I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin Readying to rupture out at any which moment
Tomorrow Tomorrow That is when you will be all mine When our hands fold like cards When I feel your marrow against mine
All my life I have been unwrapped My ribs glossy-exposed My lips made of glass They have told me to learn And I have taught myself to listen While ignoring what is important
Alarm, beep beep beep, Wipe grogginess away, Wishing for more sleep, Nervous jitters on the first day, It's not the first time I am here, Think of the past three years and reminsce,
Her alarm went off at six in the morning She heard wedding bells in her sleep, then the snooze went off-- a warning. He turned on the coffee pot, somewhere on the other side of town.
Life is the frail branch of an Oak Dangling above a voracious flame Time is its only companion CRACK And biggest tormenter The occasional gentle breeze pacifies the branch's paranoia Temporarily
Biting my lip in anticipation Sweat forming at my temple I don’t know if I can hold on much longer So I let go My feet crunch in the woodchips I run like a cheetah I leap and hit the swing
I hate high school so much I can’t wait for it to conclude While the memories to be made In our minds we exclude