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I swear I've seen her face a million times, in crowded malls and winding movie lines:
by Dawliah
36 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 30 12:44 PM
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She viewed it as a game:
by Dawliah
22 lines,
on Sep 28 1:31 PM
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Swings: that creaked when they swayed, A broken down slide, a corpse of amusement
by Dawliah
39 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 11 11:27 PM
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Like a slow burning ember: she's smoldered inside me, The last bit of ash from our burned out love.
by Dawliah
41 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 27 11:28 PM
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Fear: gnawing at everything inside, my heart clenches,
by Dawliah
32 lines,
on Aug 21 12:37 AM
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Tie me tight: like a string around your wrist.
by Dawliah
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 14 7:58 PM
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His words: quick to cut the deepest vain, with barbs masquerading as "I still love you"'s:
by Dawliah
35 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 14 7:54 PM
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You should know, that when you smile, your right cheek dimples: just a little.
by Dawliah
47 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 8 12:40 AM
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I can't see you as person: with skin, eyes and hair. And no I'm not blind, its all obviously quite there..
by Dawliah
31 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 5 11:34 PM
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I'll never be the one that writes you things in vain, Everything I've ever meant is everything I'll always say.
by Dawliah
61 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 1 1:45 AM
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What I miss most, is my hands tangled in your hair: On a blow up matress, slowly losing all its air.
by Dawliah
36 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 29 7:30 PM
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I want every poem to be about me; I want ever lyric you sing to bear in mind my name.
by Dawliah
44 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 29 7:02 PM
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There's to many things to possibly say, to put in this poem to describe you and the way
by Dawliah
38 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 29 5:10 PM
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Mine in the love we've had has never wavered: while you've turned your back, and others favored,
by Dawliah
54 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 29 3:09 AM
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I'm trying to avoid you as the subject, and forget your crooked grin, but it's hard when he's saying things that you of course would have said:
by Dawliah
43 lines,
on Jul 27 1:21 AM
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by Dawliah
38 lines,
on Jul 26 1:04 AM
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For twenty-three years, she's made this home:
she's cooked, and cleaned, and washed all the clothes-
by Dawliah
36 lines,
on Jul 23 6:59 PM
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He is the ache I feel when I breathe, The fractures in my face, the cuts on my knees.
by Dawliah
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 10 9:18 PM
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"Her smile was a fault line."
-Gio
by Dawliah
29 lines,
on Jul 10 3:09 PM
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by Dawliah
33 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 26 1:50 AM
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Have you ever felt pointless, neglected, or just plain out used? Has your heart ever been shattered, and had your love fucking abused?
by Dawliah
57 lines,
on May 25 11:55 PM
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She's a quiet mess: of curls, and scars, mingled amidst a sea of scarves. She's all of books and dust: with lash framed worlds. that trust to much,
by Dawliah
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 24 2:21 AM
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I'll kill her, I swear, if there ever was a her to steal you away: my greatest fear.. being left from somone you consider a upgrade
by Dawliah
34 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 24 1:07 AM
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Dance the night way: feel the bass in your bones,
by Dawliah
21 lines,
on Apr 10 2:11 AM
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And if you read this, well that's all on you: no poems to hide behind, don't let words be your tool
by Dawliah
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 6 1:35 AM
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I'm missing you, more and more every day: never thought I'd see the time when you went away,
by Dawliah
41 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 7 3:20 PM
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is it in the way you touch my hair, twisting damp strands into finger-played curls:
or how my lips match the rhythm of our hips, to wind,
by Dawliah
36 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 27 10:37 PM
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On concrete floors, I've held your hand: in cold garage's we made our bed, and slept
by Dawliah
19 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 27 8:28 AM
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I'd rather endure his fists, then sit here and be played:
I'd rather my heart stop beating, then for it to break.
by Dawliah
32 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 21 8:47 PM
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This floor is cold and uninviting, my clothes seem all to tight:
by Dawliah
41 lines,
on Feb 4 9:27 PM
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I'm a failure: I'm a liar, I am human, and I hurt. I'm a little girl in Linstrom, running barefoot in Minnasotan dirt,
by Dawliah
36 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 3 8:48 PM
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When did this maze we call our relationship, phase, and become something I only see when in that green philosophy haze?
by Dawliah
35 lines,
on Feb 2 10:22 PM
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At the bottom of every bottle, I see a familiar gleam. I see eye's and smoke rings, graffiti in B-hall, and certain park swings: I see our
by Dawliah
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 2 11:02 AM
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I am the quiet violence playing games with your head: Where everything's pointless, and your just better off dead.
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