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LieLight filters through the nearest window
and hits my face.
I do believe, I tell myself,
it will bounce right off.
But instead it soaks in
as it does with the black that surrounds
that meant nothing to me
except that one time
when he told me
they were what we were in
when innocence was lost.
Now I know
that I can be worth something
Cause when I see White
I think Blue.
When I'm in White,
I want Blue.
When White surrounds me
and I feel
I feel nothing
but the loss of Blue.
How can you miss something
that makes you feel so low?
That slit your wrists and made you bruised
swelled you up and made you cry.
And yet you yearn for pain when in Loves arms?
Love isn't Love.
For saying Love is Love
when the only Love is lost
is a lie.
Remembered or Loved
She wanted to be remembered. She felt as though there was no purpose in this life but to live it. And to what end? Only to die, old, and alone. Only known or even appreciated by those who knew her. And they too would soon die after. Then who would know her? To be remembered and loved by those generations after your death is the death of a celebrity. A Marilyn Monroe, if you will.
But the people now did not know Marilyn Monroe. They knew her face, her voice. Boys jacked off to her pinup. But they didn't know…they didn't know her face. They didn't know her voice. They never heard the sweet undertones or intonation of her voice when she spoke to someone she knew. They didn't see the small movements of her mouth as she fought back laughter, or tears, or the look of pure beauty in at least on persons eyes as they watched her fall asleep. They don't love her, they were entertained by her. She was a toy, she was celebrated. Because that's what a celebrity means, doesn't it? To c
Look What You've Done...-poem-
I'd hate you if I didn't love you so much.
That's my problem here.
I need ice. I need to be cruel.
As dark and blue as my fist right now.
What you did to me, I should shoot back at you
Like in a hail of gunfire
aimed right at your heart.
Like you hung mine out for the vultures to grab.
Maybe I'm being a bit too poetic
But how simple a heart is to break
and I never thought it would happen to me
I was so naïve
Oh how naïve.
Broken promises like the shattered remains of my faith in you
I had faith
and now broken promises lie littered around me
papers and cans and plastic bags
my waste land of a wasted life.
How could you.
And so my crying ends here.
You've given me a reason to write this down.
Fuel for the fire.
Get ready for a storm.
Cause baby, I'm not lying down anymore.
Hey Jude, it's a Mad WorldSongs I cant listen to anymore
with a strum and a beat
of helpless, helpless, helpless
and I feel so sad
I feel so bad
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Cash sings his melody
And John goes
na na na hey jude
So take that song and make it better, jude
do as the man says.
'Cause I cant hear the words Mad World
without looking into a plastic bag of broken promise
I make myself sick
to search a can for my
Yeh, I've lost myself again
Hello, is there anybody in there?
Trouble, oh trouble scant you see
you've ripped my heart away
and there's nothing much left of me
for iris was my dream
but I'm not the closest to heaven anymore.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
I don't know.
Dancing alone now in that once shared room.
I don't know. I don't think so.
So a hey hey, my my
switch it fast, cause I might cry
see this scar tissue caused
and with birds I share this lonely view.
So float on, float on.
Cause we all do.
Why're you special?
So take that song and
Look down to step up.
The precise height.
Stoop your head.
straight ahead, soldier.
The heavy sigh.
It was an accident.
The clunk of a shoe.
The swoosh of a fall.
it was an accident.
In Love with your Best Friend
Being in love with your best friend isn't a bad thing,
but it's not good either.
It's the love you become most familar with,
it's also the love that hurts the most.
Gay, bi, straight, it all doesn't matter,
but there should be a fourth sexuality
'cuz your best friend is a different gender entirely.
Gotta be with them all the time.
Gotta hang out with them day and night.
You look at them with love in your eyes,
and you get a friend in return.
You go out of your way to impress them,
and you get a friend in return.
This may all sound like an ordinary crush,
but it's not.
It's your best friend,
so keep this in mind while asking them out
to keep a teddy bear in handy
when you get your
"Lets just keep bein' friends"
First Kiss For My First LoveTonight we lay under our tree,
That lies on the vibrant hilltop of nature’s knees.
Letting all the grand memories soak up the sky,
As we sit and look into each other’s eyes.
A word is let out but is not heard,
Until your eyes water and a new smile occurred.
Our emotions are poured passed friendships seam,
To share what we both have dreamed.
Leaning close as our hearts twine,
The divine kiss of angels, oh so fine.
Lips locked time without a limit,
For this kiss has no limit.
Oh this sweet taste of your lips on mine,
Is nothing better than two virgins kissing for the first time.
Pure with true loves fluttering roars,
I give you my heart as you give me yours.
Laying on the ground you rest on my chest,
And hold hands till mornings crest.
Tonight the tree waves by nature’s blow,
For our love is sealed down below.
For My Best Friend - kuroi-...Your touch I crave,
But cannot obtain,
But youre still here,
So I cannot complain.
Brush my hand across yours.
All of my love
Through my touch I outpour,
Hoping you will notice.
But then again,
I hope you dont.
Somehow, I just know you wont
Return this love I have for you.
The Forbidden Kiss The Forbidden Kiss
It happened so quickly, yet it felt like it could've lasted forever. That they wanted it to last forever, no longer then twenty seconds of their life. A kiss that shouldn't have happened, a kiss that shouldn't have been thought of, a kiss that shouldn't have mattered.
That's all he could think of, that's all he wanted to do. He wanted to do, he watched her as she spoke to him. Watched her lips move slowly after every word she spoke, listened to her closel
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