luketok - Hello Poetry

I need somebody.. (somebody) Somebody crazy enough to tell me.. (i will love you 'til we) I will love you until we are buried... ('til we are buried) Our bodies.. (our bodies) Buried close together.. (cemetery weather) In the Cemetery Weather..

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC

Cemetery Weather

I need somebody.. (somebody) Somebody crazy enough to tell me.. (i will love you 'til we) I will love you until we are buried... ('til we are buried) Our bodies.. (our bodies) Buried close together.. (cemetery weather) In the Cemetery Weather..

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Amongst these remains, You left your passion inside your pain, (Knowing now) You have nothing left to gain, I watched you walk away... This life is dead to me

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC

Hope In Hand - An Endless Empire

Amongst these remains, You left your passion inside your pain, (Knowing now) You have nothing left to gain, I watched you walk away... This life is dead to me

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Grey like the sky When she's trying to vent Lightning and rain The feelings she sent Dirt turns to mud When the tears start to fall Blackening hearts The thunder it crawls Clouds move in Taking my place Trying so hard To remember her face The sun takes back What's rightfully his The sky up above The feelings within Tomorrow is a new day

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC

Tomorrow?

Grey like the sky When she's trying to vent Lightning and rain The feelings she sent Dirt turns to mud When the tears start to fall Blackening hearts The thunder it crawls Clouds move in Taking my place Trying so hard To remember her face The sun takes back What's rightfully his The sky up above The feelings within Tomorrow is a new day

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A cold October morning, Treated just like the rest, The boy awoke nauseous, With a pain in his chest. A longing for something, Far out of his reach, He settled for darkness, Brushed red in between. The pain became pale, followed next by his skin, Respiring so slowly, The lights going dim. Adrift into nothing, What feels like a dream, Is death coming slowly, A dying brain's final feed. "Is this what it feels like to be dead, I think I like this feeling" Awoken abruptly, Surrounded by fear, Who are all these people, and how'd he get here. Looking up from his back, A tear falls from her eye, "Relieved" does her no justice, For not having to say... Goodbye..

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC

Oct(overdose)ober

A cold October morning, Treated just like the rest, The boy awoke nauseous, With a pain in his chest. A longing for something, Far out of his reach, He settled for darkness, Brushed red in between. The pain became pale, followed next by his skin, Respiring so slowly, The lights going dim. Adrift into nothing, What feels like a dream, Is death coming slowly, A dying brain's final feed. "Is this what it feels like to be dead, I think I like this feeling" Awoken abruptly, Surrounded by fear, Who are all these people, and how'd he get here. Looking up from his back, A tear falls from her eye, "Relieved" does her no justice, For not having to say... Goodbye..

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