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With an old secret
I sank into her endless eyes
Pondering over laws
That effected such marvel
And leased me to madness
Words were melting in my mouth
She, refraining her turn of phrase
A tear rolled down my cheek
Stirring passion's tongue
A tear rolled down hers
Wielding my soul ablaze
I rejoiced in silence
Lest i betray my confidence
She handled my eyes
Spotting my inference
I could no longer bear
The fruits of my fear
I leaned over and touched
Her sculptured nails tenderly
Freeing my emotion
She smiled coyly
Sealing my devotion.
I found a magazine
left lonely in a field.
I was 13, what I'd seen
set me free. I was healed.
I smell your hair
I love you then
we kiss us there
perfect within.
 Jul 17 Kayla Burke
nivek
fragile best describes 'finite'
balance to steer a course 'unsteady'
bolts out the blue 'expected'
counting on love 'sanity'
More addictive than heroine
I've tried them both
Something to marvel in
Created from loath

Can't imagine the pleasure
Can't imagine the fun
Till you've tried to measure
The pain of a gun

How long are the scars?
How deep do they go?
More numerous than stars
And you'll never know

What is your poison?
What is your drug?
Mine is a razor
I watched as it dug

And none must ever know
So never let it show

I am a *******
How long can I last like this?

The most degrading of sins?
Such terrible disgust?
Or the filthiest of wins?
My only true lust
I find it so hard to believe
that any one would give a Goth a gun
if it was self loading
the black clad ******* would shoot everyone

Hey just look at the Bio Hazard masks
and the black and silver goggles
these creatures make your future the past
give one a gun and it will be your last

Please don't think their eyes do smile
for Goth's are dark and so is their fun
so if you treasure your flowery ***** life
please please, never give a Goth a gun


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Hey,
I know,
it’s been,
quite some,
time.
The thing that,
seems to last,
forever,
but we don’t,
have enough,
of.
Do you,
remember,
when we,
used to dream,
of the future,
that’s become,
the present?
It may not,
be exactly,
what we,
dreamt of,
but the clouds,
still make,
shapes.
Love always,
Me.
 Oct 2022 Kayla Burke
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 Oct 2022 Kayla Burke
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yes fear will stop me because
im terrified of feeling like i want to die
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