michelle-lynneWhisper

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21 Days LaterYou messed with my head / My head is a mess. / You messed with my world
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Jan 18, 2014
An Artist's RenditionI remember the first time I laid my eyes upon your dark, golden-highlighted ringlets siting haphazardly on your nimble head. They were positioned above your flat, south Asian face, as if some wayward artist took his paintbrush and, in a fit of creative chaos, splattered and sputtered paint across a blank and endless canvas. Your hair represented the kind of sweet, quiet entropy that people needed in their lives. The great offense the artist had committed by being so reckless with such a delicate subject could be forgiven, however, because he surely acted as such simply because he had previously exhausted himself whilst meticulously creating your enrapturing eyes. Round cerulean orbs, speckled with bits of yellows and greens with a péridot ring centered around a pitch black pupil that represented the contents of your dispassionate heart. This is not an accurate description of the man who holds my unrequited love, however. You have achieved this sort of romantic, majestic rendition of beauty through the bias of my foolish heart and through my patronage of the arts. A typical person would do much better to portray you as nothing more than a hellish brute who is in desperate need of a haircut and a perhaps a larger assortment of clothing rather than torn, raggedy jeans and hand-me-down heavy metal t-shirts.
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Apr 20, 2014
A State of Not BeingI have become the *essence* of depression. / I feel *nothing*, because I am *nothing*. / I am **overwhelmed** by the beauty of the world after being crushed by its cruelty.
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Oct 6, 2013
Dear A.OI miss you so much, especially our little talks. / The way you smiled, and the way you walked. / The way you laughed, your mouth opened so wide,
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Apr 1, 2013
Desperation in Its Purest FormYou take a seat next to me, and I brush up against your smooth, porcelain skin. / My pupils dilate, the anticipation of your attention captivates my soul. / You say nothing, but your cerulean eyes scold me for my past sins.
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Apr 4, 2013
EverythingYou said that, if things go as planed, then you'll have her. / And according to you, she has it all. / So, does that mean I have nothing?
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May 4, 2013
Fear Not for Your Ephemeral CorpseFrom my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I will finally be beautiful. / The marigolds that will bloom will not flee and vanish from the glow of the sun / They will aspire and capture its power, ever basking in its majesty unlike all that I have done
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Feb 11, 2014
I Wish to be the SkyRays of sunlight hit the thick lens of your glasses and illuminate the golden frames / Every single ray is completely absorbed into your perfect skin through the sunrise. / Resonating within the inner workings of your mind, igniting an inferno in your soul
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May 17, 2013
Lead WeightWhen two sections of Earth collide, / They split, and a fault forms between them. / The delicate surface destroyed
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Apr 1, 2013
Love is a VerbCandid smiles radiate waves of happiness, / And the promise of foreboding tenderness. / Pupils dilate at the sight of chaste skin
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Mar 31, 2013
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