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Greyson Fay Dec 2014
If this is love
i dont want it.
long silences and light insults
bear no fun for me

where have we gone?

once so sweet.
i remember you described me as innocent
now i am anything but

where did i go?

you were so kind
your heart glew with passion
your eyes were bright.
happy.
now they are dark
they shine only with lust and jealousy

where did you go?
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i believe we are coming to an end
i remember bursting into joy upon your arrival
now i’m wary or your moods
there is no telling which i do not like
your arrival
or your departure
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Are we happy?
is this love?
do we want this?
what are we together for?
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you said it yourself.
this relationship is stress and trouble
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i used to make you happy
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on phonecalls
we would stay up all night
laughing and whispering

now your texts
are almost
-nonexistent-

where did the conversation go?
About none in particular. just an idea i had in my mind.
  Dec 2014 Greyson Fay
Jack
~

I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
  Dec 2014 Greyson Fay
Dawn Anderson
We're drowning
Together at least
I try to move for the surface
But you pull my hand
As if to say it's too far
And for all I know
It might be
So I rest at the bottom
Right next you
I feel the air almost gone
And then you go
You betray me
You push me to boost yourself
Looked me in the eye the whole time
And I always will remember that look
Not sadness
Not regret
It was more like anger
Like you had won
And while you swam to the top
I watch you
As my air
Is completly
*Gone
.
  Dec 2014 Greyson Fay
AJ
My mere silhouette would do the trick.
I like to think that at least.
You could tell me that I'm wrong.
But you know it's right.
Doing the wrong thing always feel right,
Until tomorrow morning.
Greyson Fay Dec 2014
A fish in a river he is.
A bear in the wild they run.
Wouns he inflicts on himself
Drawing blood
The scent draws them
Their pupils dialate
see the dark demons residing in the enchanting mask of the iris.
Wild, with rabid laughter they tease.
Seeing how far they can push a life.
Embarrased and humiliated he goes home
Carving knives in hand.
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