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shatteredpromises
shatteredpromises
oblivion / 199X
I just want you to be happy but sometimes and selfishly I want to be your happiness But 'happiness is a choice' you say and you didn't choose me I clung onto the idea since you made me happy it would be the same for you What is happiness now? where has it gone to? In time, society has robbed us the real meaning of happiness Go on your own way and pursue your happiness for your smile, is my smile your laugh, is my laugh and I'll be happy when you find your happiness because I love you always have, always will
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
true love in happiness
summer nights fairy lights women rights skinny tights we ended up with lovers' fights plain as day you took away a sunshine ray left me with no words to say feelings fade a girl's parade to hold her head high and hide the mess you made
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
summer love
two fragile hearts made up of glass everyone could see right through them both only they themselves couldn't see the reality both fell for each other and whatever falls will end up breaking now those two once-glass hearts shattered into a million emotional pieces now those two once-glass hearts will never find their missing parts now those two once-glass hearts have turned into nothing but back into crushed sand
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
breakable (glass love)
You see A person only truly falls in love Once in their life time And once that time is used up There is no more. You can lie to yourself And to others But if you were truly in love with them That love cannot be undone. I am in love. A love that won't go away With my best friend. I fell off The bridge of love And into the waters Where he followed But his love came with strings attached A bungee And he jumped back up And left me sitting there in the waters While he's up on the bridge Calling me up there While I'm wishing him down here And I have no bungee.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
I Fell In Love
Walking on a desolated street During a summer twilight Nothing but silence joins me Until the night's impending arrival On a faraway road A beacon firmly stands Flames begin to ignite within me I crave for your light Your flames are enthralling Kiss the wicks at the end of my fingertips Set me ablaze Let me live once more All pleas are in vain Your flames dance on another's skin I covet you entirely But you do not wish to burn for me
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
Monica
Knees to chest, sitting on the floor Slowly rocking forward to back Breathing slowing and fading I can not feel The devil on the left says "Do it. You'll feel again." The devil on the right says "End your pain. Take the jump." Where is the angel The angel who is suppose to save The angel that will make me feel Like I am of worth and I am okay Either way I am doomed to destruction My sight changes to the devil I look to the left The lighter burns in my hand Everything is slow motion Slowly touching the flame To my pale skin A rush of relief Runs through my bones My heart pounding fast My body becoming weak The devil on the left says "Don't you feel better?" But I don't. So I lay in bed With a new battle wound From a war I lost against myself   As I lay to sleep I go back to where I once was Lost Alone Afraid Numb. B.G.K
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
| Numb |
A person sits and cries Knees together, holding her face Lips quiver, and tears leak from cracks Hide from the world Not just a girl But full grown A woman, long A clock clicks Wordless in the night It's not the precision preferred Everything is not all right It's face so pretty Decorated with scrolls Beautiful in architecture It tells the time But cannot really see inside It's mind isn't shattered It's still beautiful Cogs, levers, springs and gears It can only look at others Knows something is wrong It sees the world, all the other faces Clocks themselves, faces hiding minds Only hears the tick, click and tock Sometimes it rains, humidity brings Another tock, and knows it's off Just one more tick Make it work One has to look past the face See it's mind, complete Not the pretty, but Admire the precision Mechanical beauty Revenged emotional Struggling time Always trying so hard Get through the hours Minutes in seconds Maybe it's ok, a little slow A little fast, time makes time Looking at clocks Feeling only wrong But it's the slow and fast Moments between When someday, it seems That ticks and tocks Patchwork healing Shrugging, painful seconds Keep perfect time The other clocks Faces hiding broken minds Look to that grand Ol' tock See only that it goes Not its struggle So in her hands Tears slide down Her woman's cheeks All red, eyes puffy A mind restrained She hides her face, not So all the other clocks Can all go tick, tock Click, whir She only knows her Ignoring the fact that Her time is perfect For everything he needs Because the beauty of Elegance is precession His sense is timeless Wonder not measured For hours, creep Minutes, tick Seconds, wander But altogether She is everything
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
The Clockwork Patchwork
A person sits and cries Knees together, holding her face Lips quiver, and tears leak from cracks Hide from the world Not just a girl But full grown A woman, long A clock clicks Wordless in the night It's not the precision preferred Everything is not all right It's face so pretty Decorated with scrolls Beautiful in architecture It tells the time But cannot really see inside It's mind isn't shattered It's still beautiful Cogs, levers, springs and gears It can only look at others Knows something is wrong It sees the world, all the other faces Clocks themselves, faces hiding minds Only hears the tick, click and tock Sometimes it rains, humidity brings Another tock, and knows it's off Just one more tick Make it work One has to look past the face See it's mind, complete Not the pretty, but Admire the precision Mechanical beauty Revenged emotional Struggling time Always trying so hard Get through the hours Minutes in seconds Maybe it's ok, a little slow A little fast, time makes time Looking at clocks Feeling only wrong But it's the slow and fast Moments between When someday, it seems That ticks and tocks Patchwork healing Shrugging, painful seconds Keep perfect time The other clocks Faces hiding broken minds Look to that grand Ol' tock See only that it goes Not its struggle So in her hands Tears slide down Her woman's cheeks All red, eyes puffy A mind restrained She hides her face, not So all the other clocks Can all go tick, tock Click, whir She only knows her Ignoring the fact that Her time is perfect For everything he needs Because the beauty of Elegance is precession His sense is timeless Wonder not measured For hours, creep Minutes, tick Seconds, wander But altogether She is everything
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