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I believe in the power of colors
The right to say what I want
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Where has your head gone?
So high above the sky;
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She was betrayed, thrown to the flames
And now behind closed doors
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Free will and an open mind
are wonderful qualities to have.
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this poem was written for my dad and all the promises he made and broke.
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Mirror mirror on the wall
Whos the most fucked of them all?
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A collage of memories fill my mind
It drains my mortality
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I hate liars who lie about what they apparently lied about. If that makes sanse at all.
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can't you see who you are? [you've changed so much.]
only for the best? [then the best has sunk to an all time low.]
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No longer myself
But not a new person
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I'm a single-celled organism
revolving around an empty space
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love is confusing
yet something i crave
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by Sticky-Cleveland
20 lines,
on Apr 13 8:10 PM 2008. In adult, fantasy, hope, life, love, nature, other, personal, spirtual, thoughts.
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Your The One I Dream About,
Your The One I Wish For,
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You Got The Best Of Her,
But You Wont Get The Best Of Me,
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i can write at 1 AM
when i really could care less.
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heavy pounding.
short of breath.
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A fantasy.... dream and hope... to come true.
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i feel one of my turns coming on.
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How deep do you think you are,
Trying just to save me?
by Lets Get Tragic
25 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 12 11:20 PM 2008. In Abuse, Angst, Dark, Life, Love, Other, Pain, Personal, Thoughts.
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Saying sorry may seem easy
The first time around
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You can’t see the world for what it is,
But you sure as hell see it for what it’s not.
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You say I'm your friend,
But I'm controlling, bossy
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I look through this window and I see
Everything we couldn't be
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Tears of hate and confusion cloud my vision,
Until they make my face unrecognizable.
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and i'll have one of those to go.
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I pine for the rain
In times when it snows
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By the time I get back here
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My heart hurts,
I wonder why.
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your hidden behind every branch
of every dream
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You seem to know me, Oh so well,
See you there in a place named, we call, hell.
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Every time, all the time, never stopping
Twisting, grinding, turning withing
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The Cannes film festival opened it's curtains of social order
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The definition of my home. The most beautiful place I have ever existed.
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