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galaxy eyes look deep into mine in them i can see the milky way. lips like beams of light create supernovas when they graze my body. hands like planets
Do not look upon my face Love, why doth you look with pity My chest is filled with hallow space Looking in your eyes, I feel so guilty I'm sorry that I left you behind Filled with tears of all the wrong kinds
There's a path lost in the plains. It leads nowhere It is worshipped for its ability to mislead It knows you. It knows what you have done, It has seen the inside of your skull and all of it's
Can they see the sin embedded in the depths of my skin? Are they able to hear my repentance crying out like a firstborn without stretched wanting hands?
I can’t help myself at night to think of you, and realize that my daily nocturnal cup of coffee is not what prevents me from falling asleep,
I'm sorry I took your time for granted I was shy but very romantic and I wish you'd understand that I loved you even more than I did myself, too
I feel so empty There is nothing inside I feel so guilty I have hurt my pride I feel much sorrow Not anger or hate All for the greater good
Should I feel guilty for his own decision? Though I know the feeling comes from my confession that the One who wants what's best is the one who suggested Such a change that he may not know
If there's one phrase that's hard to say, If there's something we don't want to think about each passing day If there's something that would make some of us want to cry,
Wishing upon peace, hoping no one sees me, Taking a deep breath, hoping no one hears me, Walking through school campus vastly, having fear of being stopped, Smiling, but speaking no words,
Life is our ball
The only way, it seems,
They all see me as their own diary. After they tell me about their feelings, They tends to walk away and live freely, Then never want to know what I'm hiding. Lies after another, I am tired.
300 years of slavery, 300 years in chains, One hundred years of bravery, This finally led to change. Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign, Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
Everyday there's a crime in the body... The killer strikes on whoever it needs Never gives you a sign on the next person it feeds When hurt or failed or pressured it bleeds Bleeds the emotions that cause you to die
Guilty isn't a word in my vocabulary All these false claims are imaginary I wouldn't even hurt a fly My conscience is as clear as the sky Purity pumps through my veins Descrimination engulfs me like flames
Perfection, Caught in a moment so complex that the average mind cannot comprehend such an unexpected necessity. To lie in arms, embracing what is and doomed never to be.
A tiny roomMany peopleCrowdedTwo dusty windows Sunlight streaming inOrange dusk
Never look my way With eyes of passionate glass Of that of a doll
I've lost my taste for life The bitter flavors numbed my tongue Through prolonged exposure The stench of moral decay Deadened my nose to any pleasurable scent I can no longer make due with the sweetened illusion
sickly man walks so far deadly man falls so fast kingly man rises tall guilty man hides so well sickly woman covers up deadly woman twists too far queenly woman takes leaps and bounds
All the lies they told me should send someone to PRISON/and yet it has on the account of no JUDGES decision "How?", so often the question is asked/ Well, like this/