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charlie stewart May 2013
with shivering hands
and silent footseps,
we are the children of
gore, misery and pain

we turned to wolves
and broke the people who
did nothing but live their lives
in sweetness

we are blunt
and boring little
creatures
who prowl
the outside world
with care

c.s
charlie stewart May 2013
some of us
have wrecked souls
ones that wish
on the people we once were

our hearts are crisp,
burnt and
destroyed by love
and bitterness

we have to learn
and listen to ourselves
from those 3 am morning
to 6 pm night

our bodies are torn
from reality
our minds hopelessly
wandering the cities in our
heads

c.s
charlie stewart May 2013
she had a heart that
could light up the sky
she had a smile that
would brighten the gloom
on a winters morning
but she hid her beauty
beneath scarves and
long sleeved shirts

she didnt show off that
beauty until
he told her what
she had

that day she learned
that not every
thing is judged by
the outside.

italic c.s

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