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I cherish the time we spend apart. The breathing space without you. Moments when I examine my heart. For signs of stress or scar tissue. I love it when you're nowhere near me.
I'm a lonely sea captain that makes my way through. Onto the life I never had with you. I look in the water so deep, yet so clear. I can see all the things with me that you feared.
All that glitters isn't gold, This so many times I'm told. But what is gold. What is its cost. Can it be measured If all is lost. Is it warm. Is it cold. Can it comfort you, When you grow old.
My brain is like an old key chain, with a million unknown keys. My thoughts are like an oceans waves, with ideas in the breeze. My hopes are like a sinking ship, that was once afloat at sea.
There is a girl I know, Her name is Jealously.
Sometimes it feels Like a thorn is being Pushed slowly into My chest, A sharp stab of memory With every breath, A slow tearing of my wings, Clipped, flightless, I'm pinned and displayed For the...
You pick a bundle of daisies, Make a chain of them, if you will. Send them flying into the sky, Or place them upon a small hill. I reccommend the daisy chain. Each flower has a meaning there.
My chest unfolds to show An origami paper heart That cannot contain the waters Of my love for you, It overflows; Red pours out of the folds And creases, staining my palms With the obviousness Of my...
When I'm with you. I'm paper thin. When I get wet. Fragile and broken. With your words. you scrunch me up. Into a ball. Do not touch. Rip me up. Easily torn. In pieces. When you are gone. Into a bird.
A cave, dark and deep, Defended very well. Inside of it lies secrets, If you see, you probably won't live to tell.
to describe a color; a sight to one that's sightless is impossible if they aren't in love. to love is when colors bleed together. to describe a sensation is simple when one can feel.
She has one sock rolled up. And one sock down. The sock rolled up. Is brown. Like her glassy eyes. That view the world. With an ocean between. Reality and her soul. Her dress is green.
Water so pure,. Cleanses the soul,. Helps you ignore,. Makes you feel whole,. The sound it makes,. Changes day by day,. The silence of the lakes,. Rain noise from clouds of grey,. Drip of the tap,.
Take my hand and walk with me,. Ill take you on a journey using imagery,. Take a piece of paper tear it in two,. Can you see the image trying to get through,. Take your half and tear it some more,.
A heart made of wicker, hidden from view; Wilted and twisted, because of you. Barren of love, but forever entwined; You said it was forever, to the end of time.
Every tear, You freeze. Turns into ice, Which falls in the breeze. Every word, You ice. Make me hurt, And entice. Every thought, You turn upside down. Icicle mind, I think with a frown.
An angry cloud. Appeared upon. An aggressive horizon. A storm, forming. Within my heart. No time to abandon. To all things. People and feelings. I am desensitised. Cannot allow. Emotions in.
A heart for sale. It's just out of jail. Been used maybe two times. And two more as a part time. A heart to own. With an empty throne. Some parts might be torn. And you might find one tiny thorn.
A tiny little sliver, A crack is all it took, A tiny break along my heart, It lengthens with each look.
Your love is my drug It runs through my veins Feeding my brain, turning my crazy to sane Soothing my soul, and easing my pain.
You should be me for an hour or two. You can be me and I can be you. Then we could see where each other is at. You'd be the snail and I'd be the rat. You'd feel my pain and I'd feel your nothing.
I feel like a tall. unclimbable tree. In a forest surrounded. yet still very lonely. I feel like a grey. Withholding rain cloud. Waiting to burst. And release what I shroud. I feel like a pale.
I am cold, Colder than ice, Still, No breath, No heartbeat, Baited in the snow, A brilliant blue, An icicle hanging low.
My heart is metal,. With cranes and cranks,. A common know-it-all,. As tough as tanks,. My heart is deep red,. Filled with passion,. And building dread,. From a love ration,. My heart is blue,.