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She wore yellow And bright were my skies Breathed in fresh air And in my stomach I felt butterflies She wore yellow And a big smile on her face Heard her laugh And my heart started to race She wore yellow And "my god" was all I could say The sun found her And I couldn't bring myself to look away And without feeling myself I said in a mutter She wore yellow And I knew my favorite color.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Yellow
I am a broken person Like a book with missing pages I'm thrown at the back of the shelf where no one can see me And I've been stuck there for ages Then one afternoon I felt a hand I didn't know I was cold until her warmth touched me She took me with her everywhere she went I tried to tell her that I had missing pages but she never listened to me She kept trying to figure me out And I liked my pages being turned After hopeless tries and countless nights she finally gave up And put me down She'd pass by me every once in a while And brush her warm fingers over me But I know that she will never pick me up again.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
Broken
Beautiful girl Let your hair down Spread your wings and fly over this old town Beautiful girl Sing with your highest voice Cause believe me, no one has a choice Beautiful girl Wear your biggest smile Even if it was for a little while Beautiful girl Cover your hands with color and paint your walls And let your beautiful mind spread all over the halls Beautiful girl Don't forget the taste of sweetness Of the ones you left breathless Beautiful girl Raise your head up high Because sooner or later you will learn how to fly.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
Head Up High
Stood there watching the endless water Carried by the wind to wash over his shoes The sound of the waves killing every thought in his head Leaving the one he wanted gone most It was too loud for the sound of the waves to **** He stuffed his pockets and let it **** him instead.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
The Sound Of The Waves
The first time was at night When it was dark and he was out of sight He closed the door then sat on the floor He wondered.. how did he end up like this? Four. was the number he ended with Roses bloomed They grew and died as seasons changed But life's a cycle, the grew back again This time it was more, bigger, brighter, leaving a stain Every time was at night When it was dark and he was out of sight He closed the the door then sat on the floor He knew.. this is what he was made for.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
The First
They don't know my name but there isn't anyone to blame They say I'm weird but they don't know that thats my shield I am not who they think I am they say I'm a miracle but I am a **** But its not about what they say its about how I feel When I look in the mirror and beg to be healed The constant thoughts and the wars I fought They're all in my head where no one can see And because they can't see they will never let me be But I try my best and put a smile on my face Because it is best to hide all trace What a waste of a life.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Wasted Life
Before I feel the chaos I feel the rage but I miss the feeling of every stage During oh the rush oh the burn oh the calmness of the turn After here comes the guilt here comes the sadness here comes the start of the ever lasting madness
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Missed Feeling