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 Jan 2016 Chalsey Wilder
Dee
#12
 Jan 2016 Chalsey Wilder
Dee
#12
If you love me make it clear
Tell me your desires
Whisper words of passion
As you look into my eyes

If you love me make it clear
Wrap me in your arms
Kiss me with burning passion
As we close our eyes.
To the man who invaded my mind
Impatiently waiting to
Use your only bathroom
I examined the curls
That shaped your hair
From across the room

You were
Exhaustion at best
Tired of me
Worn out from life
Exhausted with your routine

Your roommate finally
Left the bathroom to me
I freshened up
The air was hazy
The towels reeked with ****

I knew we were ending things
I left our aspirations
In the passenger seat
You kissed me goodnight
But I understood that it was *goodbye
For NM

Baby I'm Crying - Best Coast

No title? Unsure of one that makes sense.
 Jan 2016 Chalsey Wilder
Tupelo
Some days I want to hold you forever,
Others all I can do is think about the skin
underneath your clothes
Become a sun,
Rise over the horizon,
So, that when you'll set forever,
People observe you with calmness,
Not the restlessness,
As in the case of,
moon.

Just a thought,
9
Maybe,
now,
nine
planets near
enough to name;
another lucky thing
to exist
in the time of you.
You'll think of me when you see clovers
When you hear jokes about Shrek,
when my twentieth birthday rolls around
you won't have the courage to call drunk or sober. When you hear Ed Sheeran's songs, it will remind you of how I went to his concert, you were mad as heck. You'll see Agnes from Despical Me and I will make way into your memory, you'll remember that I cared for you when you were sick, sad and alone, that you messed up and pushed my heart to roam. You'll think of the times we had and how it ended oh so bad, you may try to forget, treat me like **** but don't you see? Long from now something and somewhere will make you think of me.
Actions are are damaging
as well as words, being sliced with invisible swords.
There are so many people out there who are in abusive relationships and I was one of them at the age of 17 and I was able to escape thankfully. This relationship affects me today although it's long over, things like this shouldn't be bottled up because there are people who care.
Time does not exist...
Time is a blinding mist...
It's a lie that we all follow...
Forever asking for time to borrow...
We are to always live in today...
Never to have our say...
With a tomorrow that never shows...
As the wind of yesterday blows...
Time is a guideline for everything...
For how long our life can sing...
So time does not exist...
Its nothing a face on your wrist...
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