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I didn’t know it would be this hard Having you live between two homes I miss you throughout the entire week I’ve never felt so alone Sunday’s are my favorite days That’s when I finally get you back But you don’t want to come home.. I guess dad has something I lack. A little piece of me dies Every time I have to drag you inside I would never need of thirst If I could collect all the tears I’ve cried
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Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
My girl
Autumn leaves fall right on schedule. Another season of finally letting yourself die And watching people find beauty in the morbidity of others.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
Autumn
Beautiful music floats through the air Finding its way to every lending ear. When, in a fleeting glance, I notice a man Who does not bend to the will Of such voices that move me. He speaks without words In a secret language I wish to know. To be alone in a sea of voices unheard, Is strangely, tragically beautiful.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Unspoken Words
The cold ground feels nice. I take off my puffer And let myself feel The bite of last nights frost. A moon-lit trail calls to me. The stars lend their sparkle To the icy layer that floats atop Deeply, I wonder, would i swim? Or let myself become part of the Inevitable.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Lonely Thoughts
When i was young, I would’ve have given my mother the world. Every mothers day, i would paint My very best picture, And I would walk to my grandmother's garden To pick the tallest Easter lilies That had bloomed weeks before. Her front yard boasted the most beautiful flowers That fill my memories. But like the colorful bloom, My mothers love disappeared with time. And sloppy paintings and roughly cut stems Would never be good enough for her.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
Sub-Par
Manipulation is how you convince me to believe that i am nothing. And even though i know your methods, I still cant avoid your grasp As i gasp; At the loathsomeness I feel For wanting your love. You toss me aside With the old banana That was just a little Too ripe For your liking. Drowning in filth, I cry out for you; Mother, Mother! Though only darkness Comes to my aid.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Not My Mothers Day