kelsey-peytonWhisper

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Once Upon an Unwanted TimeOnce upon a lover / Now an unwanted enemy / Time's become a blunder
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Mar 26, 2012
Love Lives In Us AllFly away little heart, / your life has just begun. / Like the shiny dew in morning
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Feb 26, 2012
The Little Speck of DustIf a speck of dust was to land on your shoe, what would you do? Would you even notice something so microscopic had managed to take time out of it's long, slow day to land on your shoe and await the next breeze to drift away? Of course you wouldn't! It's just a speck of dust, it is of no importance to you. But does anyone ever realize that a speck of dust has a life of it's own. As one speck of dust sticks to your tv screen right after you had rid all his other friends from sticking to it; He becomes angry. As he was finally reaching his community of friends, you take them away. He calls for revenge. Days, maybe even moths go by and he has gotten revenge. Your tv screen is coated in dust, almost like a gray blanket. The speck of dust cheers as all his community of friends come to stay. The one thing the speck of dust doesn't know is you have died a week ago and your house is in the middle of nowhere. You had no family left and all all possessions were destined to collect dust as you rotted away in your bed. The speck of dust gloats for awhile, but only to find the tv screen too crowded and the air too thin. Poor little speck of dust all it wanted was a few of his friends. But more came until specks were stacked a top each other and unmoving. Goodbye little speck of dust. Better luck next time.
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Nov 25, 2011
Unrequited LoveAh unrequited love / that touches the soul! / A burden young one
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Nov 25, 2011
D. All Of the AboveToo many times I have shed this tears / Over nothing new and year old fears / If ever to be but just a forgotten love
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Nov 25, 2011
Is and AreConsistency is time / and time is consistent / Pain is quick
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Nov 25, 2011
If I Wrote You a PoemIf I wrote you a poem / To show you how I feel / You more than anyone
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Aug 4, 2011
This House is Not a HomeThis house is not a home / Now you've left me on my own / It's not worth your stupid fits
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Aug 4, 2011
SuicidalAfter so many times i have tried / After many times I've lied / To tell you the truth, I'm not fine
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Aug 4, 2011
No LifeSo many times I've tried / And so many times I've cried / But no one ever knew
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Aug 4, 2011
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