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I need to feel alive, because I am not, I'm barly breathing, my heart has been shot.

I take a deep breath and I close my eyes, I fake one more smile and say my good byes.

I walk away and close the door, don't come looking for me, I can't take anymore.
He is the tumultuous ocean,
The twisting, rolling sea
That feigns a certain gentleness
Until its rage breaks free

So vast and so unending
And limitless in worth
I took him once for granted
As I wandered through the surf.

Without the tumulus ocean
Without its rolling seas
Without the tide that tosses me
And never sets me free

The arid, fallow earth would crack
Beneath my burning feet
Reminding me of which I lost
And dried up with the heat

But salt leaves me to languish
No sweetness he can quench
Time will only tell from here
If love can fill this trench.
 Aug 2014 Madisen Maureen
washy
people lose things,
chances,
dreams,
love,
relationships,
each other,  
                                                        ­             and hope,
but what I lose most the time is myself,
not my outside-self, but my inside-self,
and people take intervals or forever
to get back what they lose,
and I wonder, whenever I'll take interval or forever,
to get back myself.
pour them with hope!
 Aug 2014 Madisen Maureen
washy
for every gloomy night and bright morning,
for every deep breath and slight smile,
for every clock tick and eyes flicker,





                                                   ­                                                                 ­                         I love you.
 Aug 2014 Madisen Maureen
washy
ocean and waves,
sunflower fields and butterflies,
sky and all the stars,
both the sun and moon,
reflect you perfectly, darling.
remember that you're full of nature,
you're the nature echo.
you don't have me anymore.
I broke my chains.
I no longer believe you.
you made me believe that
there wasn't anything good in me.
you made me believe that
i had no value.
you made me believe that
I couldn't dream.
you made me believe that
I couldn't sing.
you made me believe that
my soul couldn't fly.
you were wrong.
so long, fear.
It has come in conclusion
That every day at night

I think of the best things
That inspire me to write

I think of you the most
When the clock hits 3"

A lot to feel and wonder
A sudden burst of energy
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