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Carolina Dec 2017
He's done after so little shared,
and now she knows that he never cared.

After days of crying she has realized
it was a game she lost and she now pays the price.

All that we could have been but never will be.
She whispers as she remembers the latest nice memory.

His perfume, his electric guitar, his cigarette smell;
the perfect combination that got her under a spell.

The worn out black leather jacket soft to the touch,
she wishes to hug, to keep it forever, a craving clutch.

Without explanation he suddenly disappeared
leaving her alone, all she, from the beginning, feared.

I will never love, I will never trust.
I will be careful even when it's just lust.

Will it get better? She doesn't know.
She will never admit that it felt like true love.

Unworthy person, a player, a bane.
But it will pass and she will try again.
  Nov 2017 Carolina
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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Carolina Nov 2017
Slow dance with me
at 3 a.m
to the sound of rock and roll,
keep up with me if you can.

The notes of your guitar,
the way you play your song,
your hand between my thighs
makes my flower grow.

Messy black hair,
cigarette smell,
sweet ***** lips,
enchanting me under a spell.

****** friends,
he sits and stares.
Burning smoke through my throat,
he doesn’t even care.

Motionless wrapped in your arms
Is this another way of suicide?
He’s making me drool all over the place,
fast calloused fingers through the strings with grace.

Sitting on his lap,
I can hear his heart.
He could soften mine,
fill that missing part.

Black and blue,
I don’t want to know
who you’re playing songs for
late at night tomorrow.

Cause I’m only for fridays,
I’m only for fun
but it hurts so good,
I adore when he’s bad.
Carolina Nov 2017
Nicotine corrupts her lungs.
He lustfully smiles to the thought of her cherry.
Sad lonely girl looking for love
“In order to feel something the night I should marry”.

Fun fun fun
This will not erase the pain,
Love love love
you will **** yourself in vain.

Liquid substance burns her throat.
She feels safe when she’s flying.
Soft caresses on her cheek,
soon turn to violent touch, devouring.

It’s done it’s done it’s done
Asleep consumed love affair,
Impure impure impure
paralyzed by his side with her cold empty stare.

Desperately looking for life
since she died a long time ago,
trying her best to revive
but she’s rotten to the core.
Carolina Aug 2017
The enteired town knew me
as weird, lonely and sad
And as the night slipped away
I couldn't sleep, just thought of that.
If you're real,
If it's meant to be
Come take me out,
Come rescue me.
Being part of the wasted youth,
wrapping my arms around myself,
wondering how I ended up this way,
staring at the empty bottle that now sits on the shelf.
If I could just get away,
If I could just disappear,
If I could make you stay,
If I could make my mind clear.
I wanted to feel special,
Closed minds, they always judge.
I have lost all light in me,
Anything left inside? Not much.
Overthinking during the night,
keep on doing it through the day,
I wish I could make things right,
If I'd still believed in a god, I'd pray.
Will it always be this way?
I ache like a thousand piercing needles.
I still wish upon falling starts,
all I want is to find my people.
Carolina Jul 2017
My dreams turned to black,
I cannot get them back.
My life is an error
but now I'll spread terror.
They all made me cry,
killed all light inside.
They laughed at my hopes,
but I'll be the one tying their ropes.
I'm broken apart,
now I'll smash their hearts.
No mercy nor remorse,
you better be calling your hearse.
The pain becomes rage,
I won't be sorry for the rampage.
Because the tears that I've cried
no one heard through the night,
the tears that I've bled
show the words that they said.
My empty brown eyes
for sure you'll despise.
And your warmth they will steal,
you'll tell me how painful it feels.
I'll crush your head open,
I fantasize about it popping.
I'll torn apart your chest,
with a demonic wrath you'll be blessed.
One day they'll beg on their knees
but I'll have become a deadly disease.
If you're wondering when will it end,
it's simple, with the caress from a friend.
A friend who's hurting like me,
someone who comes as a soft breeze.
A caressing hand to free me from disease,
a gentle touch to make my cold dead heart unfreeze.
Sometimes the things we need are the things we'll never have.
Carolina Apr 2017
What a miserable life you're living;
Bonded to loneliness and pain,
barely coping, trying to survive.
Wishing you would die
every second that goes by.
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