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mickey-chase
mickey-chase
Take my cloths, Bathe them in the idea that you won't leave me. Captivate me with your scent, Like you want to feel me on different levels Completing one and moving to the next You are the captain of my presence, Steering me in the right direction towards the direction of ur body. Till at last both of ours meet. I'd like to greet you with a beautiful silence that does well to captivate your soul, And this magnetic pull between us has yet to be explained, so lets not try and figure it out, Lets just sit about, And wonder amongst each other... Get to know you like my right hand, writing down your every move... Not because i need you , but Because i need to. let me look at you for days, honey you have me in a daze with that smile of yours..... Let me tour your body, And you can tour mine, Don't worry the cost is free, You just have to promise me you won't leave.... Cause baby that is what worrys me, That i won't be what you need, That you'll look upon a passing beauty and ill disappear like some forgotten toy.... I've built a fortune of sorrow from the amount of people who left me and i don't want you to be added to that list.... ....So promise me with a kiss... That tomorrow is still there, And ill promise back, In this two person game of solitar..
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
I want to get to know your body
Love isn't just a game you pick up when you feel like playing with someone.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Untitled
Putting it mildly, Sleep has discarded me. My once restless nights have Turned to now restless days, And in ways I guess this is the better than sleeping… In sleep I know I would only find myself Dreaming about you. Getting caught up in the fiction That my mind has so kindly made up for me, Because in reality, I know that things wouldn’t be so great. Things would be problematical, Complicated, Intricate. Sleep is nothing if all I do is dream about you, Because having you in my dreams isn't good enough for me, I want to hold you in the embrace that I have mastered in the time that you were gone, Kiss you in a way that you will remember every time you smell my perfume, And love you in a way that I know you will never find again… If left in just my dreams Soon enough you'll just turn to another Monster lurking in the corridors of my heart. Knocking on the doors of our memories, Unlatching the caged demons in my soul, Baby things have gone a bit out of control here. Skies that were once baby blue Have turned to a new shade of depression, Oppression, You held me down. Scratch that, We held each other down in power struggle. While I added bittersweet delirium to your life, You put faultless certainty into mine. I found that with you… Things don’t have to make sense. They can be messy and Perplexing And confusing, And it will only add to the beauty of the situation. But I still do not want to dream about you. I fear what dreadful panorama my mind will paint me every night, If it will be Romeo & Juliet Or Harley Quinn and Joker… The confusion of what will happen Breaks me apart Yet I can't help but want to start this all over again. Go through the motions with you till you You fracture my heart Split it in to a new galaxy Where pieces of my heart become stars. Where monsters in the hallways won't scare me And I am still free to be in love with you. You captivate me like no one ever has, Inevitably you are my Picasso. Taking my heart and squeezing the life from it till its dry, Using my blood as your paint My heart your new paint brush. As you create a portrait Of what Love looks like, And when you do All you will paint Is two people sleeping. One in his bed peacefully asleep, And the other, Restlessly awake, Afraid to start dreaming again.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
Picasso
Putting it mildly, Sleep has discarded me. My once restless nights have Turned to now restless days, And in ways I guess this is the better than sleeping… In sleep I know I would only find myself Dreaming about you. Getting caught up in the fiction That my mind has so kindly made up for me, Because in reality, I know that things wouldn’t be so great. Things would be problematical, Complicated, Intricate. Sleep is nothing if all I do is dream about you, Because having you in my dreams isn't good enough for me, I want to hold you in the embrace that I have mastered in the time that you were gone, Kiss you in a way that you will remember every time you smell my perfume, And love you in a way that I know you will never find again… If left in just my dreams Soon enough you'll just turn to another Monster lurking in the corridors of my heart. Knocking on the doors of our memories, Unlatching the caged demons in my soul, Baby things have gone a bit out of control here. Skies that were once baby blue Have turned to a new shade of depression, Oppression, You held me down. Scratch that, We held each other down in power struggle. While I added bittersweet delirium to your life, You put faultless certainty into mine. I found that with you… Things don’t have to make sense. They can be messy and Perplexing And confusing, And it will only add to the beauty of the situation. But I still do not want to dream about you. I fear what dreadful panorama my mind will paint me every night, If it will be Romeo & Juliet Or Harley Quinn and Joker… The confusion of what will happen Breaks me apart Yet I can't help but want to start this all over again. Go through the motions with you till you You fracture my heart Split it in to a new galaxy Where pieces of my heart become stars. Where monsters in the hallways won't scare me And I am still free to be in love with you. You captivate me like no one ever has, Inevitably you are my Picasso. Taking my heart and squeezing the life from it till its dry, Using my blood as your paint My heart your new paint brush. As you create a portrait Of what Love looks like, And when you do All you will paint Is two people sleeping. One in his bed peacefully asleep, And the other, Restlessly awake, Afraid to start dreaming again.
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I am standing on one too many edges, dredging my way through my own confidence I’m not trying to tumble off, but I still stumble to close for comfort. Before you ask This isn’t a poem about suicide, But more a low tide tsunami That’s been taking over one too many of my thoughts lately. I wasn’t supposed to let go of you, I swear things weren’t supposed to go that way Now everyday is a labyrinth of Tip-toing over Every inch of memory that was supposed to be buried. I’m sorry. Guilt has a way of invading every open space in your mind, And its been doing that to me lately. I guess there is no use In trying to shape my words Into some beautiful masterpiece If you’ve already forgotten me But then again I don’t blame you. My apology’s must look as thin as my track history, But I guarantee you its genuine. And I keep wanting to tell you that, Love is never-ending, And that True feelings will never go away, But I know that’s ******** There are some few people don’t deserve to be taken back And the lack of my melancholy When I turned my back on you Proves I’m probably one of those few. But I promise if I step out on the edge, Ill be thinking of you. If time has taught me anything, It’s that you gotta pledge to stay true to the things that you hold close to you. You never gave up on me, And if memory is the only thing I get to keep of you, Ill take it. Its better than some get.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Standing on the Edge of Loving You
I wanna crawl inside my hoodie. I wanna crawl inside my hoodie because it reminds me of how it felt to have your arms wrapped around my body Like you didn't ever want to let go, the strength in your embrace told me that i was worth more than just a one night stand, but in that case, why did you let go of my hand and walk away like you never had a right be be with me in the first place. Things might have been a game to you, but i thought we were taking them seriously. I have turned my hoodie into a cave and lately I've just been hibernating. Inside my hoodie is 100’s of different smells, but only one distinctly tells me that I’m were home should be, You cologne still lingering on it from the last time it enfolded your body, Even though that was months ago, I still remember it distinctively. And I know you my friends told me that holding my hoodie close to my chest Wont bring you back, But its **** close. Its been only a few months, but I doubt you know that I still think about the way that we used to hold each other close because loving someone doesn’t stop them from getting hurt, and we were each others protectors. I wanna crawl inside my hoodie because it reminds me of the hours spent on the phone when we should’ve been asleep, You know we had school the next day, but staying up late is hardly any consolation when you cant fall asleep without hearing their voice to keep you company inside you dreams. I wanna crawl inside my hoodie Because I can trace the outline of where your body used to be, The lines in the fabric are like seeing the poems I wrote for you meticulously weaved together to create something warming. And you never know how cold you can feel Till all that’s left of your body heat was given to someone else The moment you thought it was safe to take your heart from the shelf. I never felt alone with till all I had left of you, was a **** hoodie. And when it hangs in my closet at night the only thing I see is a skeleton, Just bones hanging in my closet, No flesh to hang onto, I have nothing left of you to hang onto but that **** hoodie. And I wanna crawl inside it most nights, Because it feels like you’re hugging my body again, and thats the closest I've been to you in months.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Hoodie
I wanna crawl inside my hoodie. I wanna crawl inside my hoodie because it reminds me of how it felt to have your arms wrapped around my body Like you didn't ever want to let go, the strength in your embrace told me that i was worth more than just a one night stand, but in that case, why did you let go of my hand and walk away like you never had a right be be with me in the first place. Things might have been a game to you, but i thought we were taking them seriously. I have turned my hoodie into a cave and lately I've just been hibernating. Inside my hoodie is 100’s of different smells, but only one distinctly tells me that I’m were home should be, You cologne still lingering on it from the last time it enfolded your body, Even though that was months ago, I still remember it distinctively. And I know you my friends told me that holding my hoodie close to my chest Wont bring you back, But its **** close. Its been only a few months, but I doubt you know that I still think about the way that we used to hold each other close because loving someone doesn’t stop them from getting hurt, and we were each others protectors. I wanna crawl inside my hoodie because it reminds me of the hours spent on the phone when we should’ve been asleep, You know we had school the next day, but staying up late is hardly any consolation when you cant fall asleep without hearing their voice to keep you company inside you dreams. I wanna crawl inside my hoodie Because I can trace the outline of where your body used to be, The lines in the fabric are like seeing the poems I wrote for you meticulously weaved together to create something warming. And you never know how cold you can feel Till all that’s left of your body heat was given to someone else The moment you thought it was safe to take your heart from the shelf. I never felt alone with till all I had left of you, was a **** hoodie. And when it hangs in my closet at night the only thing I see is a skeleton, Just bones hanging in my closet, No flesh to hang onto, I have nothing left of you to hang onto but that **** hoodie. And I wanna crawl inside it most nights, Because it feels like you’re hugging my body again, and thats the closest I've been to you in months.
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