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 Dec 2017 Sam
nadine shane
i am
a confusing person.

i may
love things
that i hate;

i may
hate things
that i love.

sometimes
i adore the sun setting
and i close my eyes
as the sun drapes itself
with dust and memories.

then
i despise the way
the sun rises
with false anticipation
for children chasing them,
desiring to touch
even a glint of gold
and sunlight.

but i try not to love
the way your crooked smile
makes everything look
endearing.

because
i am afraid
that i will soon learn
to hate it.
please do not make me adore you.
 Dec 2017 Sam
Isabelle
Another
 Dec 2017 Sam
Isabelle
tonight
you don't deserve it
but i shed another tear for you
We cry for the wrong people.
#wednesdaymusings
 Dec 2017 Sam
Secret Whispers
I know just how bad you are hurting
I can see past that gorgeously yet dangerous smiling facade
I've been there too
I relive the terrible tragic events in my life too
The moments that I let slip away
Thinking that I had an endless amount of time to figure everything I thought to be important out
That I had to keep everyone happy
But who would keep me happy?
Take my hand
And let me heal all of your still open wounds
I want to love all of the flaws that you hate
And if in the end we are not meant to be with one another
I can say I encountered a beautiful soul once
A soul that understood me and touched me in a way that no one else ever has before.
Time Heals All Wounds .
 Dec 2017 Sam
She Writes
Sad world
 Dec 2017 Sam
She Writes
I am trying to blend,
In a word filled with the opressed,
Distressed, and self-obsessed.
It leaves me a little depressed.

Authenticity is hard to come by.
Everyone is medicated.
Facades often created.
The fakery I have always hated.

I don’t belong.
All they see is skin.
Doesn’t matter what’s within.
Could care less where I’ve been.

Show me something below the surface.
Give me something more.
Let your feelings out til’ your throat is sore.
Be real, that’s all I ask for.
 Dec 2017 Sam
Arati
d e f e a t
 Dec 2017 Sam
Arati
But they're not even demons anymore.
They're just me.
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