the-froyoWhisper

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~~an ending~~her eyes open and she looks down.. see's all the blood around. / her arms feel sore, bones weak to the core. she wishes she did'ent / live no more. her heart pounds so hard, feels like her rib cage will
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May 21, 2011
~~be my scatterheart~~Oh how id love to save you from the world. / my protection is as strong as my love for you. / it my be black outside, but i promise my eyes will shine for you, give you all the light. and if you seek the stars, look no further then the mirror. when i sleep, i dream of you..
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May 22, 2011
~~falling out of time~~i had a dream / that i was falling out of time. / the crisp cold night crawled across my face.
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May 17, 2011
~~faster~~(this is a very old writing from me, when i was just starting grade 9) / i wish this boat was going faster; faster / i wish you would have gone, faster; faster
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May 18, 2011
~~laughter~~how did it come to be, this silence all around me.. / i see your eyes intimating a river, makes my body shiver. / when your heads down low, and the stream becomes a flow
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May 21, 2011
~~let me drown in your forever~~distant tree, / everything is black and white like a movie seen. / he spoke with a voice that changed the tides
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Jun 7, 2011
~~little box~~i was just a feather, drifting on a still lake. / waiting for a long time. / and then a small wooden boat was slowly passing by, gently creeping in.
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May 21, 2011
~~mine..~~do you know what its like to look at him every night / yea you love him, and yea you still bleed / the biggest mistake, its taken you deep.
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May 18, 2011
~~my young comrades~~my young comrades, who i see five days of the week. / who i see running freely on the streets. / who i see at friendly places.
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May 26, 2011
~~new reality~~all i want to know is where you are, still so close, but yet so far. / you and i have seen pretty lights, and now they have turned to fading colors. i remember when we would lay for hours under the covers. / and your eyes are my favorite sight, your smile would make my night. i love you till the end of life. but i am just a fool... walking talking tool, to be used for nothing, and not kept for long. my heart is broken, shattered, all the little pieces dont seem to matter.
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May 22, 2011
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