laura-leeann-whiteWhisper

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Habits.I am a mess of habits, scooped with shaking hands like rusted pennies. / I breathe more nicotine than I do oxygen. / I bite my nails like that is the only way I can keep from clawing my skin off my bones.
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Oct 6, 2013
UntitledIt's been a while since I've had skinned knees doctored and bandaged / But you've always been good and patching me up in other ways. / Lately I've been tripping over my feet and falling to my knees
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Sep 29, 2013
UntitledFear kills everything. / It sweeps through the soul like a wildfire, setting everything ablaze, / And leaving nothing behind but the ashes of what you used to know.
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Sep 28, 2013
UntitledI cannot believe in something I have not seen or felt. / This is what I've told my mother on the occasions she asks me to go to church. / I'm trying to learn to believe what you've told me
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Sep 10, 2013
UntitledHow to whittle my anxieties into shapes more suited to your ears is not a lesson I was taught in school. / Your presence in my life has left my heart dripping nectar, full to bursting with sweetness I can't contain. / But there are razor blades under my skin that will cut you before anyone can predict.
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Sep 9, 2013
UntitledThe way your smile hits your eyes could stop wars, / And if the sound of your laughter was wine, I'd start drinking again. / The way you move is like animated poetry
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Aug 20, 2013
UntitledI want to sink my hands into your chest, / Pull all the splinters from your heart, / And plant my lips down on it.
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Aug 14, 2013
Life lessons.I have grown up more in the last few months than I have in the last few years. / I used to think that real love meant kisses on the lips and making excuses. / Sometimes I find myself making wishes on eyelashes, hoping to find your hand in mine.
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Aug 14, 2013
Remember when?I remember when we had phone calls until little girls got up for school. / I remember the drunken laughter, peeing while talking and spilling beer. / I remember hearing the sleepy giggles of your own flesh and blood,
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Aug 14, 2013
What We Both KnowWhen I met you, I never thought I’d be that girl again / Fallin for another man’s tricks and bein another **** puppet / The difference here is now I know a thing or two.
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Jul 29, 2013
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