Dreamer ♥
I've thought about this for a thousand years,
It's something I need for my failures
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She says that she's neurotically dead
Why can't I be in control with it all
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Once you become fire, you don't feel it
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Temptation is a noose that's in love with your neck.
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Salvation is a disease that spreads along
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I am a fire quietly burning
I am a lost soul quietly yearning
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You can let your life become you
or make your life what you want it to be
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Your past can be used as an excuse to be a fuck up
or you can use it to make you stronger
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The scar I wear is the skin I'm in.
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Oh somethings different,
I can see it from miles away
yeah, and nothing changes everything
"All these pretty words you gave me--in the end they are what break me."
CHAPTER 6 of T|R|A|C|K|S| is up.
My body's covered in bandages to cover the wounds
that are people who were in my life. I've cut myself
all over trying to get rid of them, I've been burned
by their words, infected with their venom and bruised
by their apathy. At times, the wounds remind me of
the battered woman I became, for the sake of their
love, for the sake of people who didn't really deserve
it, or me. So this is goodbye, to them, and hello, to
the scars, ones that will fade over years and time. I
will heal. I've already begun. And if you're not in my
life, I've already started without you. I put all past
words and thoughts to rest. Your name is no more, your
face is unsure and all in all, I'm gone.
I bare my bandages for all to see and say what you
will but you can no longer accuse me--of nothing else
but showing you that I'm not perfect, that I've made
mistakes. That I love who I love and I fuck up alot.
No, I'm not perfect. And I like that.
These are my scars. Accept them, like I accept yours.
I'm letting go--and it starts now.
[♥] The Family [♥]
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Your.Worst.Regret.
I've thought about this for a thousand years,
It's something I need for my failures
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She says that she's neurotically dead
Why can't I be in control with it all
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Once you become fire, you don't feel it
-----------------------------------------------
Temptation is a noose that's in love with your neck.
------------------------------------------------
Salvation is a disease that spreads along
------------------------------------------------
I am a fire quietly burning
I am a lost soul quietly yearning
------------------------------------------------
You can let your life become you
or make your life what you want it to be
------------------------------------------------
Your past can be used as an excuse to be a fuck up
or you can use it to make you stronger
-------------------------------------------------
The scar I wear is the skin I'm in.
-------------------------------------------------
Oh somethings different,
I can see it from miles away
yeah, and nothing changes everything
"All these pretty words you gave me--in the end they are what break me."
CHAPTER 6 of T|R|A|C|K|S| is up.
My body's covered in bandages to cover the wounds
that are people who were in my life. I've cut myself
all over trying to get rid of them, I've been burned
by their words, infected with their venom and bruised
by their apathy. At times, the wounds remind me of
the battered woman I became, for the sake of their
love, for the sake of people who didn't really deserve
it, or me. So this is goodbye, to them, and hello, to
the scars, ones that will fade over years and time. I
will heal. I've already begun. And if you're not in my
life, I've already started without you. I put all past
words and thoughts to rest. Your name is no more, your
face is unsure and all in all, I'm gone.
I bare my bandages for all to see and say what you
will but you can no longer accuse me--of nothing else
but showing you that I'm not perfect, that I've made
mistakes. That I love who I love and I fuck up alot.
No, I'm not perfect. And I like that.
These are my scars. Accept them, like I accept yours.
I'm letting go--and it starts now.
[♥] The Family [♥]
http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2338336
Your.Worst.Regret.
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