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The glass was cracked,
And little by little everyday,
It cracked even more,
But never turned to pieces,
For it knew,
That thunderstorm would destroy it,
And kept holding,
In the wait of the breeze,
To cherish it's flaws.
Stay you. Stay original
“When” anger runs through me like a wildfire.

I have these Twisted thoughts come into my mind making me wonder if I'm rotten to the Core.

“Because” suddenly I'm not the nice girl from next door.

I'm a monster in a cage and that cage is called my skin and I'm itching to get out and to play with your mind as Revenge. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Gliding
Serenity in a crowd
Deft glances and secret smiles
Promised whispers of the future

Flirting
Beauty before the eyes
The dampness of licked lips
An invitation to taste comfort

Melting
Duality in a single act
Spiralling heat and falling fast
Naked truth of the now

©Pagan Paul (12/01/16)
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I'm sorry
2. Every time I look at you, I don’t really mean to
3. I’m sorry
4. I’m sorry
5. I wish love didn’t feel like a boomerang that I cast out but can never seem to catch
6. If we formed a band, I’d hope we’d be called something cool like The Cure or Naughty by Nature
7. You’re the only person I’ve dreamt about lately...and it’s pretty weird considering we don’t talk
8. I don’t know how to start a conversation with you, hi is too little, hello is too much
9. Have you ever heard that one Modern English song? Ya know, “I saw the world crashing all around your face, I made a pilgrimage to save this human race”, It makes me think of you.
10. I’m sorry for making too many 80's song references, you’re a lot like them.
11. Strangers aren’t strangers anymore once they know each other, and friends aren’t friends any more once they become strangers, so what am I to do when my friends become strangers?, can we be friends again…
12. I’m sorry
love friends breakup
Who are you and where do you come from?
Your face is not familiar to us,
Nor is ours familiar to you.

You ponder around these streets in wonder,
As if that guy in the sky with the debatable existance created a world of some sort,
A new world.

Your skin is tanned and your eyes are brown,
Not like ours.
We're not the same.
Our skin is pale and heavenly and our eyes are an icy blue.

Your choice of clothing is foreign,
Your shirt isnt cut in half nor are your jeans,
Your stomach and legs are hidden unlike ours.

I dont know where you come from.
So tell me,
Who  are  you.
© Arabella (04/05/17)
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