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I turn it up to try and feel it
You don’t understand why I can’t breathe here
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I feel just as lost as before I met you
All I can feel are your gentle deliberate kisses
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The years fly by on golden wings
Glittering and dangerous
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Will you believe me when I tell you I am dying?
Will you believe me when you see me wilting?
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It’s something rotten and sweet
I can feel it under my skin
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I wish the words I could whisper in your ear were as pretty as I am
These words are brittle and hard in my mouth
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You
I feel you inside of myself
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It was slipping
Like your hands on my hips
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I don’t think I every really got over the kisses that you passed to me in between classes,
My knees always felt wobbly
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I gave you my kiss when nirvana came on and you had a hard on as your tongue parted my lips. I felt something in me give way. I think it was the purity that drained through my pores as my fingers found their way through your
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Once there were beautiful moments caught up in our hearts and we wrote them down.
We wrote and wrote and had everything to say for every moment was beautiful so easily.
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It smells like second grade
Lollipops and lemonade
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I see you in the hallways now
And you look much too sad
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One day I woke to find that my dreams were dying. The moss covered tree house in the backyard that held so many sleepless nights and refuge from the world was firewood. When it burned the flames were blue, purple, and yellow.
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I do not challenge the days / Not anymore / Instead I fight away the afternoons / Some I lose / Lose them to the drugs and the virtue / While I wait in graceful scheme / Waiting through the days / The days I do
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I sit in the groups writing poems in my head, / Poems that I never write down / The pens never go deep enough / And / There are eyes over my shoulder / Cutting away my wings / I see their sad eyes / Their eyes t
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They are waiting for the words, the words I cannot give. / Pressing them from me like worn out stomachs of new mothers. / Pressed flat and empty / Hollow / They are waiting for the words, the words I cannot give.
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Hmmmm, more of a story that I am too lazy to edit, and too lazy to finish...
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He was autumn With his pumpkin hair and slender jeans that met at his waist in a designer cut
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Encased in glass globe thoughts Not sure where to stand
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The blurred shadows of the night are somehow comforting The licking light of the candle tasting the premonitions in the darker corners of m
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giants and classrooms and empty fists
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The golden trees are chanting.
Morphing leaves,
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My faery wings lie delicately misshapen on the floor.
They look a lot like broken dreams,
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When you touch me I feel wrong, Love is supposed to feel a lot like beauty not fear. Maybe its just sex, sex is supposed to feel like, what? The Good and bad or
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It was a long time we thought we knew what life was about. Yearning to be what we were not, in control. The silence of dream seemed so right in this world of ta
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“Alex I don’t feel well” Clutching her arm “I feel very lightheaded”
“Well no kidding, that is what happens when you starve yourself”
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Drifting between the beautiful worlds of insanity
Walking in the moonlight I dreamt up a love story
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Dampened sand itchy on our clothes, faces, and hair
The breeze gentle yet powerful
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I feel you presence inside of me
It sweet and pure
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I trace the scars
Where a heart once lay
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Thinking in the poetic language
Dragons and faeries
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I am in love with love…
The room spins and my mind has wings.
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Eyes watching as her fingers glide over the old and beaten cards
The silence of different tongue, my fate awaits
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