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Sleeping through pain is a tumor
Eventually
All emotions become scary
And you'd rather sleep
And starve your soul
And become a martyr for your fears
Than feel anything other than temporary happiness

I am the Apple Tree.
Please, feast
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
I want so badly
for you to message me
Anything,
I just want to know
That at least once
I’ve crossed your mind
And you couldn’t
resist the urge
To reach out to me
I want so badly
for some sort of
reassurance
That,
to you,
I didn’t mean
nothing
no sunlight falls
on this path I have chosen
my heart is not broken at all
it is frozen

I wander the darkness
in search of your light
you are the shadow
and I am the night

I love and I hate you
with all of my heart
and when I think about you
I am torn apart

once more at the crossroads
the lines seem to vanish
but it doesn't matter
all roads lead to madness
I shall wait for tomorrow

While I forget myself in today

Drunk as I am with anxiety

I have nowhere else to run to.
She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
What does blue look like to you?
if your blue was my red
and your red was my blue
We may be looking at the same thing.
differently,
We may have favored the same color.

Perhaps you don't look up
because the afternoon skies seem dark
or you don't visit the park
because a field of flowers
doesn't unburden your heart

is it true?
Quite impossible to tell
I cannot see you like the leaf sees the branch
or the coral in the sea
Such a connection is severed at birth.
I think we can agree

This is why silence is truth
because nothingness is unchangeable
it is a place where the mind begins
where we build our being
with the things
taught to us
in order to enable
or disable
I need to find somebody who sees blue
the same way I do
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