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WasteYourDreams
WasteYourDreams
"I am the one thing in life I can control"
But I remember how you held me How you took care of me And when you fell asleep, I stayed awake Counted your freckles as if it would sober me I could feel your breath on the back of my neck All else is a mystery
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
And I don't remember much about that night
I shouldn't be up this late I have work in the morning I hate my boss I hate my job I'd quit if I didn't need the money But I can't stop the drinking And I can't shake the feeling Of you on my lips I'm cursed forever With the taste of your kiss And your hands on my hips I need someoone to help Did I tell you I'm drinking I hate this taste I say hate too much Is that why you left me lonely But I can't stop the drinking And I can't shake the feeling Of being alone I'll guess I'll get use to this Or at least try    Everything feels so strange And I know I am up too late But I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes Just to be where your lips have been I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it It's as close as I can get to you Yeah as close as I can get (As close as I'll ever be) As close I can get to you I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes The ones you left in the ash tray During our last conversation I'm wearing your t shirts I'm listening to your favorite mix tape I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it It's as close as I can get to you
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
cigarette buds
You need not visit right now. For I wish to stay wide awake In the arms of my loved one. And if you were to exhaust me, I would have to retreat to my own bed. So please, let me enjoy this.
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
A Plea to the Sandman
On my tongue rests a particular smog One that scorches my throat Pollutes my emotions. I did not willingly inhale This was forced upon me. But I will not open my mouth I will not let the clouds escape I will let the smoke fall into my lungs Keeping my from breathing properly.
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
I can only express my secrets in metaphors
I am reminded of you everywhere I go. I see the bustling people and I think of your busy hands. The color of the air perfectly matches your eyes. Even the sounds bring you to mind. I no longer am displeased by these resemblances; I find them oddly comforting. To see someone you love everywhere you go is a beautiful thing to shoulder. But of this I am haunted: do you see me too? Or am I alone in my indulgence of another? Have you forgotten me?
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
see you me
There is a light that reaches farther than the sun Illuminating the darkest hours Giving one the hope to see an impossible outcome There is a warmth that touches more than the sun Melting a frozen box Drowning one in the lukewarm water There is a fire that inflames more than the sun Igniting every bone in the body Dragging one out of reality
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
Which is warmer, love or the sun?
I’m smoking the butts of your cigarettes; The ones you left in the ash tray during our last conversation. I’m smoking the butts of your cigarettes; Just to be where your lips have been. I’m only doing this all because I think that I need it; It’s as close as I can get to you.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
Cigarette butts
If you were to ask what I'd change about you, I'd say your eyes; I'd turn them in to mine so that every time you looked in the mirror, You could see yourself as I do. You'd see your flaws as what makes you unique Not as what makes you bad. You'd see that nothing about you needs to change.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
that’s assuming you think there is something about you that needs to change
You are a rose in a field of daisies and though you long to be a daisy, You can't change the seed you came from You can't change the color of your petals You will grow in this field You will be a rose You might feel out of place but even in a field of daisies, The rose doesn't become any less beautiful
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
out of place