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kayeberry
kayeberry
all things bright and beautiful is my thing. i have a weakness for pretty things.
I always carried the pain with me ever since From broken furniture thrown by a screaming man From promises wept by a shattered woman I always carried the pain with me ever since Because I never really knew what love looked like I can only hear curses and threats See only half-hearted embraces and silver edged kisses It didn’t feel good to look at them Those broken trusts and heavy hearts It didn’t feel good to not know what love looked like I felt afraid I thought I had it once Though his hand in mine didn’t fit His grips got tighter when he found my waist And I was put down too often I thought I had it once But his eyes roamed like a cat On another woman’s body And tasted lips like beer bottles It didn’t have to look like love Because it didn’t feel like love I felt afraid I felt lost against all the lights I felt lost against his words Of “Never Will I” And I found you You looked like trouble You were going to pose me like a trophy Just like the other boys with lion eyes And I was going to let you Because I never really crowned myself But then I sang to you my sad song And you didn’t pose me like a trophy You posed me like a muse And I felt afraid Your lion eyes went away And blossomed into suns With the warmest colors But I cried a lot and had a lot of nightmares You always ran to my side Whenever I called your name I hurt your heart more than twice You went away And I felt afraid I wanted to heal you Even if I wasn’t all healed myself From thorns in my heart And choked screams in my sore throat I wanted to heal you And you let me Your arms around me always felt like towers Protecting me I was your muse You became my strength Your words lit me to flames And the aching I carried seemed to go away I felt afraid Because the agony was all I’ve ever known I felt afraid Could this be the love they say? I felt afraid One night the fear came back With hotter flames and it burned me deeply I tried washing it away, but not with water I cried a lot and felt like a nightmare Your lion eyes came back And I felt afraid You saw me as a wreck and not your muse I sang you my sad song And you built your arms around me once again Quelling the flames Although from self-hate, they still ember And they hurt as smoke flows through my eyes It fanned a demon And it broke down your arms I broke you again To a point that you don’t believe Much of my sad songs anymore And I felt afraid I want to sing a song once more But the melody gets clogged on cries So I’ll just tell you a little story Of a little girl that never knew the face of Love She was posed as a trophy for her pretty face But never for her thorn heart She felt afraid to anyone who exposed their heart to her Fearing to only send curses and broken furniture Because that’s all she’s ever known But this time, she’ll strip for you The insecurities, doubts and pain that was wrapped around her Just so she could unmask you purely Let the lion eyes roll back See the face of Love And never have to feel afraid ever again
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
Love Under Lion Eyes
I always carried the pain with me ever since From broken furniture thrown by a screaming man From promises wept by a shattered woman I always carried the pain with me ever since Because I never really knew what love looked like I can only hear curses and threats See only half-hearted embraces and silver edged kisses It didn’t feel good to look at them Those broken trusts and heavy hearts It didn’t feel good to not know what love looked like I felt afraid I thought I had it once Though his hand in mine didn’t fit His grips got tighter when he found my waist And I was put down too often I thought I had it once But his eyes roamed like a cat On another woman’s body And tasted lips like beer bottles It didn’t have to look like love Because it didn’t feel like love I felt afraid I felt lost against all the lights I felt lost against his words Of “Never Will I” And I found you You looked like trouble You were going to pose me like a trophy Just like the other boys with lion eyes And I was going to let you Because I never really crowned myself But then I sang to you my sad song And you didn’t pose me like a trophy You posed me like a muse And I felt afraid Your lion eyes went away And blossomed into suns With the warmest colors But I cried a lot and had a lot of nightmares You always ran to my side Whenever I called your name I hurt your heart more than twice You went away And I felt afraid I wanted to heal you Even if I wasn’t all healed myself From thorns in my heart And choked screams in my sore throat I wanted to heal you And you let me Your arms around me always felt like towers Protecting me I was your muse You became my strength Your words lit me to flames And the aching I carried seemed to go away I felt afraid Because the agony was all I’ve ever known I felt afraid Could this be the love they say? I felt afraid One night the fear came back With hotter flames and it burned me deeply I tried washing it away, but not with water I cried a lot and felt like a nightmare Your lion eyes came back And I felt afraid You saw me as a wreck and not your muse I sang you my sad song And you built your arms around me once again Quelling the flames Although from self-hate, they still ember And they hurt as smoke flows through my eyes It fanned a demon And it broke down your arms I broke you again To a point that you don’t believe Much of my sad songs anymore And I felt afraid I want to sing a song once more But the melody gets clogged on cries So I’ll just tell you a little story Of a little girl that never knew the face of Love She was posed as a trophy for her pretty face But never for her thorn heart She felt afraid to anyone who exposed their heart to her Fearing to only send curses and broken furniture Because that’s all she’s ever known But this time, she’ll strip for you The insecurities, doubts and pain that was wrapped around her Just so she could unmask you purely Let the lion eyes roll back See the face of Love And never have to feel afraid ever again
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I. Her name was Anne She had pretty eyes One morning She was not able to open them When liquor shined in her throat And chased after the pills II. I never got his name But I heard he planted A shell inside of his head Pushing his thoughts and dreams aside To make more room for itself (to grow) Until they spilled red on his pillow case III. Her name was Lily She was expected to become Everything and perfect But the pressure around her neck Was tighter Than the ones on her shoulders IV. Her name sounded like a constellation You see on a summer night She dipped herself into the ocean And pretended That she was a mermaid She pretended That she didn’t have an angry father She pretended That she didn’t have a crying mother She took a gulp of the ocean And the ocean Rose and swallowed her
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Self-Destruction in Four, Three, Two, One
If only I could have you on me, Like the clothes on my back Have you closer to my skin, Enough to find out each inch Had a name of it’s own You can be the cold that always have my bones Shivering And my teeth chattering And every inch of my skin Feeling bothered But it makes me Grin wider
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
Sshiver
I am enveloped by your warmth Beating the sun’s eternal rays A wondrous exposure of enthralling captivity By the stellar beams of your embrace Digits intertwined like wires In a rocketship’s engine with Pressure locked softly in our hold Like gravitational glue of touch You say, “You are celestial” And my lungs had blown up An influx of blood Travel to the lining of my face When your mouth broke into An astral curve after You are my halcyon sea Moving like a quiet prayer Like satellite signals From the waves of space And of the briny undertow In our cosmic dance Ebbing like a small sailboat We rocked back and forth To the trance of humming machines Of clockwork And graced by the heat of the guiding stars I feel like a planet Protected by your stardust
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Science of Your Love
You fill my veins with yellow lights & it beats the glow of Christmas and New Year's Eve All i know is that it feels like a home that i've never had
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
He's My Home
Your mouth is wounded enough To look like ruins I can see where she left the damages Of her hell mouth Like an icy blade Sharpened freshly Against your own But still You fell in love with the way She spoke Every time Of promises And plans That you and her Shall make But when her mouth Formed the shape Of leaving Your teeth Dug deep into your lips Looking for words To offer For her to stay But she Left anyway
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
When The Lips Outlast The Heart
whenever i would say no your face would darken & i can see smoke filling into your irises light getting blocked by a deeper hunger the tongue is not able to understand you would bare your teeth & get onto me anyway sinking your fangs deep into my paper skin leaving so much red on my flesh you know i have found another heartbeat inside of me & i can't let my body be its home for there's so much of you staining on me your venom is pulsating within me & maybe this is the only thing i will keep from you
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
Thank You For The Venom
stars flow through these leaky pipes & i'm starting to wonder if the tattoos on your back are starting to face or are the yellow lights in our rooms are just dimming down maybe you should try drawing on my wrists again to stop them from itching maybe i shouldn't make you cold coffee anymore maybe you should change the dead bulbs in the house or maybe i should dye my hair to make you love me again
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
Cold Rooms with Dead Bulbs
I saw Temptation & he stared at me with his narcotic eyes blossoming nebulas formed around his head & i felt sinful just staring back at him i felt like i'd go straight down to hell with just wondering if his lips if his mouth tasted like the darkest of coffee & i don't even like coffee but i'm willing to try
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
A Cup Of His Mouth
If my tears were unchained beads From a rosary Or pearls and crystals Instead of salty drops of water I would be able to make A pretty necklace Around my neck To constantly remind me I am strong enough To keep my bruised knees Straight
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
Wounds For Gems