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  Dec 2015 Destre'
LifeBeauty13
Could you love me when I laugh,
Could you love me when I'm daft?
Could you love me when I cry,
Could you love me when you don't know why?
Could you love me when I don't feel pretty,
Could you love me when I want your pity?
Could you love me when I feel pain,
Could you love me when you feel the same?
Could you love me when I love you,
Could you love me and love me true?
When I feel insecure.
Destre' Dec 2015
Id rather sleep in the cold than to burn under blankets
Is it a metaphor??
Agreed, I think it sounds better after being revised. :)
Destre' Dec 2015
There are things to do and a routine to follow
So why is it when I'm alone I'm left feeling so hollow?
Destre' Dec 2015
A terrified little girl resides inside her.
So She built a wall,
Of 8 feet tall,
To try and keep her at bay.

She did her best, and pushed and shoved, saying I will not let my fear be my maker.
But alas the wall was built of sticks and straw,
And one day will be blown away.

Truth be told when the wall does fall,
So will the girl who tried to rise above it all,
And the fear that she's kept locked up,
Will finally come out to play.

She was fighting a battle,
that she couldn't handle,
All she wanted was to be okay.
And now left alone,
chilled to the bone,
She slowly starts to decay.
  Dec 2015 Destre'
Chris
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*You are the glow as I crawl through the darkness,
lighting my way so these eyes they can see
A soft woolen blanket when winter is reaching,
wrapping the warmth of your arms around me

You are the shelter when storms fill the heavens,
keeping me dry as the raindrops now fall
A calming voice that I hear in the distance,
when every sorrow about me does call

You are the strength as my knees slowly weaken,
lifting me up when I’ve nothing to give
The precious life as I feel I am dying,
giving me hope when I don’t want to live

You are my world, every day I am facing,
showing me love is a beautiful view
All that I wish is whenever you need me,
I will be all of these same things for you
Destre' Dec 2015
I'm afraid I'm falling like I've fallen before,
I'm afraid of the dark hole that awaits me
if I let myself fall anymore,
But I can't seem to stop slipping.
I'm doing what I can,
I'm really trying here,
But everything I'm trying to grab ahold of,
Seems to up and disappear
A losing battle between past, present and future.  Between loneliness and dispare.
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