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 Jun 2020 Levi Andrew
mads
bubbly
 Jun 2020 Levi Andrew
mads
sunny days and a soft pink
your bubbly words fill me
to
    the
          brim
please continue to refill
Most times I imagine myself committing suicide
And actually dead,
I find myself running away from my home
Only time end my life somewhere alone in the woods

A few times I see myself going behind my best friend's house
Others the woods near my home;
Sometimes going somewhere where I know nobody would think of looking
But rarely in my home in the bathroom

I know exactly how things would go if I did it at my trailer home;
In the early morning hours, I'd cut and overdose on my pills I've saved up,
My mother would try to come in the bathroom at 6:45am when she wakes my brother up for school
The door will be locked, she'll call out my name thinking I missed the bus
Though she'll receive no response and can't get in
So my mother will wake up her boyfriend and ask him to unlock it
Only for them to find me on the ground unconscious

But if I left my home,
No one would know where to start looking
And I'd be successful -

The End
Just my honest thoughts and facts.
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 Feb 2017 Levi Andrew
Mona
i was up late last night
because i needed to write
all these emotions
and my devotions

i was up late last night
trying to figure out why
it was hard for me to say
what i needed to say

it's like you're a bird flying back and forth
telling me things you never even said
it's like this strange script written in my head
from all of the things i wish you said
better than a movie
better than a dream
better than any book i've ever read
you were running in my mind
that's why i was up late last night

i was up late last night
because i couldn't get it right
the words and the things
i needed to make you mine

i was up late last night
trying to figure out why
you could do all this
without even a kiss

it's like you're a song playing on and on
a little overrated but it never gets old
it's one of those a hopeless romantic sings along to
in the car driving home all alone
better than a movie
better than a dream
better than any book i've ever read
you were running in my mind
that's why i was up late last night

only if you felt the same
and you came up to me to say,
that you wanted me to be yours

i wouldn't be awake this late
losing sleep believing in fate
that someday you'll be mine

we can be better than any movie
better than your dream
better than any book you'll ever read
only if you were mine

it's like you're everything i've been looking for
crazy how it took me this long
but it's like you're everything every girl wants
that's why it's so hard to get you
better than a movie
better than a dream
better than any book i ever read
you were running in my mind
that's why i was up late last night
written in song form
I always thought of her as a house.
Shelter from any danger;
Home for the weary traveler;
Warmth for those,
Who've been lost or cold for too long.

Her arms,
Like the walls of a house,
Keep me safe,
Sheltered and hidden
From eyes like stars.

Her words,
Like windows of a house
Make me see the world,
As if it is my own backyard.

Her smile,
Like a worn and patched roof
On a Victorian house,
Shields me from the worries of the world
That fall like cold rain.

She is strong.
Like that Victorian house
That has stood proudly
Through decades of wind and rain.

Like the walls
Of the age-old structure,
She has seen
And she has heard
Many things that give her wisdom.

Through generations,
She holds her family together,
She has rooms enough
For every person.

She is elegance.
And she is grace.
And she is that Glorious House.
And I will never,
Allow her to be knocked down.
02-03-17
 Feb 2017 Levi Andrew
AJ
they ask you what your greatest fear is,
expecting you to say
the dark
death
falling in love
but no one ever expects the word "myself" to escape from your lips.
they ask you what your greatest fear is,
but no one ever expects you to touch the white lines trailing up your arms,
to touch the scar on your collarbone,
the result of the blade slipping when your hands were too shaky to take it across your neck.
they ask you what your greatest fear is,
but no one ever expects you to say that you're terrified of what your own mind could trick you into doing.
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