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True love is true, Not like me and you. Consistently living in fear wondering when the next hit will appear. Is that the relationship you want. Constantly cooking a ready meal for one.
Sure love is great, love gives hapiness love gives faith, but baby have you thought about all the hate. All the lies and all the late night cries?.
With every day the distance grows. What made me smile causes a frown. So the beginning of the end is near. My heart is empty for your love isn't here. ----- Fictional.
Fear of pain, so gingerly Totter, frail, falling weak, Falling back to simply When all is stewing bleak..
Darkness fills my room, as the sun surrenders its last light, serenity is often found, in the void of the night.
Piece of paper, pen in hand. Why the words won't come I can't understand. Concentrate. Concentrate. It all just slips my mind. Inspiration why are you so hard to find. My brain's on the blink.
How will they view me, I hope they will be nice, begging for friends, often comes at a price. Fears fill me again, this has gone on for years, maybe one day, I will be released from these fears..
It's urges pulse like the beat of my heart, what will trigger it, to once again start. A glance here, hidden beneath the screen, it releases it fury, followed by a scream.
Spinning fast beyond control, I often worry about my very soul. Skilled in controlled chaos, I have never seen peace, only death could be my much needed release.
Thrown out of control, shattered pieces of life, cut by the sharp edges, my frustrated daily strife.
This world is not what it used to be. People getting bullied by their own mankind. To the point where they. want to take their own lives. Telling them they are worthless. That they are a mistake.
World. A best friend who greets you everyday. A smile on the face. A new fun game to play. ---. A place where the birds can sing. The kids can sit and fool around. Cherry blossoms fill your nose.
Reaching up towards the clouds, I also reach beneath the ground. A thousand people I have seen, Only one place I have been. I help you build and keep you warm, I shelter you throughout the storm.
Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't. Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn't. You fall deeper with each passing day, but try to hide it in every possible way.
Look at me: am I worthless. Am I just some joke to you. Do you find me funny. Yet mirthless The laughter burns, chokes into Spiteful words, or none at all.
If for just a moment I could have your attention please I need to say what's on my mind A few things I need to release.
Feed this empty avarice. Reaching past. Death grasps. The you my breathing rasps. My life burns fast. I'm a single piece of broken glass. With to many shattered facts. It's off, hats. With.
Nobody cares if you go Nobody cares if you stay Nobody cares what you do Not yesterday not tomorrow.. Not today. They.
And you say to your friends: "Come over & we'll drink!" But you'll be old and grumpy Sooner than you think Bottles of wine Just like your lust You stare at my face In slight disgust "You sure don't...
Dear Monday, How did you get here so fast. Surely, the weekend was built to last. Hazy, lazy, sunny days, Now seem...so far away. The sun still shines, The blue sky...
Unburdened, ignored, free To choose any choice I so wish. Neither judged nor held in ignominy, Secure in my domain, safely selfish. A jail, after all, is only so If one desires elsewhere to go..
Stop making your eyes at me and I'll stop making eyes at you, But if I'm honest I don't really want you to, I'm bouncing and looking for a fight, Just wait a minute until I finish my pint.
A lonely walk on a well beaten path, nature all around, me and my staff. Water flows down a small little stream, everything seems to be floating, a wonderful zen dream.
The Cinderella story: a poem A glass slipper was once found, Whoever it fits, shall marry the prince. At midnight the bell may sound, Evil stepsisters, back to giving clothes a rinse.