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My one and true confession If any choose to hear Regretfully my big mistake Through all my youthful years It's the one and only thing That I can't believe is true This confession won't come easy For...
Miracle me,. Just find me a sparrow,. Believe,. It will sing it's song at dawn, it's. Melody. So beautiful, that my heart soars,. Maladies. Lost in a tune from childhood,. Breathes.
My drug can be common. My drug can be old. My drug comes in sizes. My drug can't be sold. My drug is addictive. My drug is so whole. My drug has no bounds. My drug can't be stole. My drug has no...
A Blood, Sweat, & Tears day. In no way a good day. But a day to carve life. Hard into the skin of. The earth, and believe in. Hard work, deep love,. Trust of friends, tough. Decisions made with tough.
P atter along the snow filled ground, A long you go without a sound, W alking in awe of what is around. P atter your paws on the ground, R emember it's early, don't make a sound.
Warning: contains hints violent death. 16+ These simple words are all for you , To see if once you ever knew, Of all the many thinks that I would do, For our forbidden love.
The whole road ahead of you. But you've got nowhere to go. Let your feet guide you. And then you'll just know. "What do I love more than anything?". You ask yourself repeatedly. Really you know.
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
I think I just had an epiphany. You know how bullying gets to me. Well to me it's a mystery. That certain people feed on grief implicitly. How about a travelling drama group.
Read my name on stone, forever here i lay. Look up to the night sky, i'm never far away. If i don't wake up, do not shed a tear for me. Decisions define us all, but right here i'll always be.
When I look into a mirror All I see is dead, dead eyes But how I want to see wings, Spread, showing for all my freedom. If I asked you for help Would you give it to me.
My creativity seems to have flown South. It's left me feeling a bit down in the mouth. Although writing this it's started to flow. Maybe it's just tired and a little bit slow.
I wish you would have listened, When I said I couldn't, But on my hand you was gripping, Just like I knew you shouldn't.
B ehind your back they'll talk, I s anyone safe anymore. T o me it grates like chalk, C hatting shit, its just a bore. H ow would it feel, I wonder.
#myfallenangel. Part 1. Rest I call. To you my fallen angel. You were there from the very start. I thank you. With these words. You watched me when I went down. On my knees and when I cried.
Would that my feeble poetry Had the power to set you free Then thou would soar with eagles. And if my words could hunger sate Then never would be bare your plate And thou would feast with regals.
I wrote this, as of recently- lately everything is wearing me down, I need a getaway vacation, seriously....
#acrostic. Grandad, my adoptive father,. Replacing my dad, this I'd rather,. An absolute inspiration to us all,. Needlessly helping me when I fall,. Dad is just a word it's the meaning behind,.
A young tongue tied in my mind there's a clouded vision Every image dreamt is meant as my own decision To use words as my own form of mental arithmetician Deliver this bliss as my minds set on...
Forever trapped in motion, Frozen fast in time. A picture of us both, encased within my mind. Your face shall never grow old, my love will still stay true. Behold, our love is endless.
Have you ever had a brother that you just love. Couldn't express in words Can never relay how much Trust You have..... Has the world gone mad.
#acorn. Write me a love note. Before we say goodbye. Tell me you will find me. Before I have to fly. Write me a love note. Before we say goodbye. Tell me it's ok. Help my tears dry.
(Written as a song). I hear the music. I hear the drums. I hear the angels. They beckon me home. I hear the bells. I hear them ring. I hear an orchestra. Of brass and of string. I see a path.