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halliday
halliday
English I'm a child of the universe. Vain and violent. Watch me explode.
You wore extra sunblock because you admired the girls in magazines That had skin like porcelain free of any blemish or distinguishable mark When freckles began to spread across your skin you would cry to yourself Because you felt farther away from your idea of beauty than ever before When you started wearing makeup to cover them up it broke my heart Because your freckles were the first thing that I fell in love with The way they scattered across your face like stars in the night sky It made me feel like I was looking at something rare and extraordinary When you said I was too good for you I thought it was just a lame excuse I assumed you never really loved me to begin with so I decided to give up I really wish I hadn't been too upset to look you in the eyes that day Because if I had I would have seen the sadness and heartbreak in them And I would have known that you really believed all of the things you said I never forgot the girl with the freckles and a part of me never stopped loving her Once you love somebody I think a part of you holds on forever I wish I could tell her that every time I look at the stars I see her face
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May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
The girl with freckles
Hopelessly holding a broken thread That once tied your subconscious to reality With the breaking of the bond went your sanity Leaving you in a realm of constant Delirium While others try to tie loose ends But every knot unravels Leaving you farther away from reality than before Swimming forever in insanity Happily ignorant
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May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
Delirium
Inside a labyrinth, a child wanders The mental walls around him whisper "safe" For as he walks he sees only roses He can even feel their sweet aroma caress his skin But beneath the touch of illusion A young boy is walking in a labyrinth of bones While the smell of rotting flesh suffocates him But the child soldiers on, happier in his illusion Because the entrance is long gone And as he skips into the mouth of a beast He only laughs merrily Because as the monster consumes him All he feels is the tickling of petals Falling onto his skin
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May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 7:17 PM UTC
He Who Sees Roses