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JohnSue Apr 2019
Can't live anymore,
Need some music to breathe.
Can't feel anymore,
Cause of my broken heartbeat.

Can't taste anymore,
Need some color in me.
Can't see anymore,
Cause of the darkness I believe.
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JohnSue May 2019
he was running,
she shouted his name.
he didn't stop.
she thought he didn't hear,
he did.
JohnSue Jun 2019
you could see her dancing,
fascinating,
like a ballerina.

You could hear her singing,
exhilarating,
like a tiny sparrow.

you could hear her playing,
in the woods,
like a kid never growing.


but;


you could hear her calling his name,
cureless,
in her nightmare's.

you could see her running,
to a target,
she will never get.

you could see the shining tears,
going down,
across her lovely face.
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JohnSue Apr 2019
Watching stars in cold moors,
As the view of the sky lures.
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