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Socally Picter Oct 2013
I did a lot of screaming today,






                                                                                                                            Said the Heart.
Socally Picter Sep 2013
I want to be near her.
I left my heart with her.
It's calling me
This pain would wash away if I returned.
This pain would sync with the wind and flee.
My heart longs for my body.
I miss her and every seconds tears me apart.
Socally Picter Sep 2013
The colors left the lines and danced across my face.
Pain filled the warmth and turned the world cold.
I fell inward toward the eternity that once was my soul.

(I fell in love with her... and she didn't do the same.)

I screamed until my voice broke and then I cried until I ran dry.
She chose someone else and asked me to stay.
I would and I could, but my soul would break.
I hope she is happy maybe she'll be happier without me.
I pray she smiles everyday.
I pray she is happy before I go to sleep.
I pray she is happy When I try to wake.
Socally Picter Sep 2013
I held her hand (I dropped acid)
I saw new colors and breathed in new worlds.
I saw sounds and danced across the sky.
I raised so high I saw the event horizon.
I stood outside of reality and smiled.
And
There she was laughing at my smirk.
Told me I looked so funny when I blushed.
Any moment with her was its own.
She makes me want to be the person I am destined to be.

I look at her and what holds me to the earth isn't gravity.
But my sheer will to be closer to her.

I love her
Socally Picter Sep 2013
Panic-y breathes I am grasping for air.
Fingers breathing in her hair.

Thunderstorms and chilling flames.
She says my name and Everything else
I say her name and the Truth.

Her soul dances against mine

(Ba dum Ba dum)

Times moves in synch with her smile.
The sun holds its breath each night in the darkness.
Socally Picter Sep 2013
Happiness I thought I held in my hand the way my skin felt.
The emptiness of life fell away but I was believing a sort of lie.
The fish don't know they're in water and they life.
She pulled me out of the pond and my world grew.
In her hands I died and in her breath I was reborn.
Socally Picter Aug 2013
I pray the gardener cuts that flower.
I wish for it to died and its beauty to cease.
I want to hold it in my hand just for a moment.
And for that I wish for its pain.
I don't want anyone to look upon "my" flower.
Selfishly I am in love.
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