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I'm so sick of your antics
The way you flaunt your guilty, red problem.
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I wake with fear and hold my breath
I place my hand upon her chest,
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My light in desolate darkness,
That which is brighter than the sun's most golden rays
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I swear I'll survive this
I swear I'll endure for you
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You've fucking set me in these shoes
Both two sizes too small
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Mature in every way
Thighs spread
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I don't have the biggest boobs
Or the brightest hair.
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I'm sorry
I can't anymore
by IneptRose
5 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 16 10:42 PM
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Intoxicated by your fluidity;
Gaceful but ghostly presence
by IneptRose
75 lines,
on Mar 16 10:39 PM. In Personal, Pain, Angst, Other, Sad, Thoughts, Weird, Hope, Life, Love, Lost love
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Because I want your eyes on me.
To notice my back-handed effort at your happiness
by IneptRose
63 lines, 4 comments,
on Mar 13 4:42 PM. In Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Dark, Life, Love, Depression, Lost love, Sadness
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He left again
Without a word seducing my lips
by IneptRose
16 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 8 2:01 PM
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I was in deep
Submerged in my misery
by IneptRose
49 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 8 11:49 AM
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Showing parcels of skin
To bear to the enemy
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At this moment
I wish to burn your very words
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I roam these empty streets
Searching
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Good ol' Oklahoma
Where the dirt is as red as the blood pulsing through your veins
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Born.
Son of Angus Leotreoth Rahmeen the IV
by IneptRose
61 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 25 9:34 PM. In Contest, Dark, Life, Love, Thoughts, Weird, Sad, Personal, Society, Other
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She stood precariously
At the edge of her ancient dock
by IneptRose
57 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 18 10:06 AM
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Reminiscing of times that once were
And times that never will be
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I can feel the skin melting off my face
From all the years you stole from underneath my already stumbling feet
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Acid which burned our bones
Carving through
by IneptRose
31 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 27 11:24 PM 2008. In Contest, Pain, Other, Personal, Sad, Life, Love, Hate, Revenge
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Innocence does not distinguish
Between the likes of you and I
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Why don't you pick the fruit of the vine?
Sweet,
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Your face grants me hope
On my darkest of days
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There it is in slivers
In just a glimpse
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She peeled
Her own reasons
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There is comfort in your face
The lines of stories
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A temptation of forgotten past
A hated love and best friend
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The ringing of closure, of relief
While the bitter aftertaste seeps away into nothingness
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