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mae-walker
mae-walker
warm summer nights and ****** lips He's got blue veins that run down to his wrists I heard about a heaven up in the sky A place away from here that's clean and kind But no one told me that love could be so divine With a boy that has a devil in his mind
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Shades of Warmth
Running through the forest, Was she being chased? The path becomes more narrow, The tress forbade any escape. What was she looking for In the dark realms of the wood? Why did she believe that she could find love in the unforgiving forest? That, my friend, is something I've truly never understood
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Lost
Sometimes I want to tell the people around me to shut the **** up So that I can listen to the voices in my head But sometimes I'd like to tell the voices in my head to shut the **** up too And simply enjoy the silence instead
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
Silence
As you smile sweetly And urge me to give in I can't help but notice that you've done this before As you touch my trembling skin I quickly realize that I hate you But this makes me hate myself too Because hating someone Is the one thing I promised myself I'd never do
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
Asking For It
We all stand up to our enemies And fight for one another So why is it then, that when the rain falls, We all run for cover? Are you scared of what it will reveal Will the water leave a bitter taste? Not afraid to die But afraid of letting water fall on your face Me, I welcome the rain And let my self become undone As the rain falls The smell of the sky fills my lungs So next time it rains and you don't know what to do, Just remember That maybe just maybe The rain is more afraid of you A short-lived life falling from a cloud Only to succumb to nothing As it reaches the ground
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
The Rain
When I die, will you sprinkle my ashes over the eighties? Maybe I'll come back as a newborn L.A. baby Some say you do it for the attention But God knows there's no pretty boys in heaven
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Tombstone
Gypsy likes it when it rains Teardrops wreck the sky coming from a better place Liquid pain falling from an angel's face Gypsy trembles under her velvet and lace
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
The Gypsy