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Emily Dickenson will always be better than me
I know that Im supposed to follow the love And supernatural goodness In this life But i love the feeling Of sweet sorrow The humanity Behind pain The beauty of Sobbing every Raw word Musicality out of sight Will I not reach Heaven For finding beauty In such pain?
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
Boop
I throw my heart down at your feet I bend over and wash it clean It glitters before you in perfect shine Like the sweat Dripping from my body Its so coated in that fragrant varnish That my aching back Is the last thing To which you are keen
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Just something please
Hold me Not for you but for me Look at me and see My happiness as something You want Not for you But for me
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Vulnerable
If I tried to leave Would you put up a fight? Or would you watch me go And only remember me for the night When was the last time That you took initiative I cant remember the last time you tried To show that I mattered in your life And i want to leave My heart says i wont last But what if you still care for me Would I be giving up too fast?
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Do you even care?
I feel like ive done everything Ive thrown my whole self in Grab me Please And hold me Show me you care That there is something left In the me that i gave to you Because i cant tell Whats real Or what just feels good
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Do you even want to know?
My heart is breaking over you Even though you're still mine I want to give you all of me But there's just no time And as yours It should be the least I could do I have to remind myself That you're what I'm allowed to And that's the reason I'm finally understanding why every time you leave My heart is breaking over you
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Regretti Spahgetti
I apologized Because I thought Thats what you wanted to hear I laid My life In front of you And told you To do as you pleased I took the blame For what you did Instead of the help I needed so desperately You pushed me Into the grave You had dug for yourself And I buried myself Willingly
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
Effing ******
Her heart beat at each crossroad and her breathing demanded her not to slow so she dosed herself with the signs and senses and let the blood flow to deep crevices Decisions, not an answer she could steal From Everything, her gift was not to feel But empty, oh empty brought pain It was narcotic, keeping so many sane Everything, Compelling Everything; thought you had a way for me Right under your nose, I fill my senses to the brink; making me feel just so beautifully Everything, Oh Everything, how could you possibly see? I love the way you keep on laughing at us for breathing our own fatality
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
Everything, Oh Everything
How long have you sat there, With your hands folded into your lap? Or are you even a painting, Maybe just a statue of marble and glass? Painting a statue could be considered a crime, In a way, plagiarism Whereas chasing after a thief of natural beauty, Would be worth more of the time Such a cruel trick to play- stealing such a gift From someone who had received it From the best sender yet If the thief thought that the victim should prove herself How wrong he would have been If she had not been worthy or ready It would not have been sent
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Artistry
My grandfather’s house Was extremely far away In memory and physical distance Yet I still remember everything to this day I was small, and the pebbles beside his path Had seemed at the time fairly large And the weather- so windy and cool The beach had always ensured The piano that stands near my living room now Was the same one standing in his It was the one on which I learned how To play and read the notes written in dark ink So perfectly varnished before My grandmother’s piano, then his I will especially remember, His love for pistachios And how I could not open them, not ever I don’t think I loved them as much as he did But I will love him forever The last time I saw him I realize now I had never seen someone At so much peace My pistachio-loving grandfather Someone to never forget
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
Wooden Keys