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she looked in the mirror with tears in her eyes
and she couldn't even recognize
the face that was staring right back at her
when had all her innocence left her?
and she knew she would regret it as she dragged across her skin
the knife of a soul broken once again
she heard in the depths of her shattered heart
a voice calling out through the dark, saying,

don't you give up, don't you let go
I am with you, by your side, I'm by your side
you're amazing, you're beautiful, and
I promise you that I am here, I'm always here

blood like tears ran down her arms
and splashed onto the tile floor
a quiet reminder, proof of the lies,
the only thing she felt she could do
she had so many friends but they were all fake
she knew not one of them really loved her
she was standing right beside them but her soul was somewhere else
and she could not come back to earth, she heard,

don't you give up, don't ever let go
I am with you, by your side, I'm by your side
you are lovely, you are so worth it,
I promise you that I am here, I'm always here

in her darkest moment she heard it again,
she was ready to give up, she wanted to let go
she hated herself and what she'd become
so she held that knife to her skin...
lyrics from a song I wrote...
I don't exactly have an ending I totally love yet
 Feb 2016 Pastell dichter
N Paul
Will we meet in shady groves;
Upon a hill? Perhaps in morning.
In hidden vines of deepest green… Does day break?
We spool in canopies as the world beyond awakes;
Cocoons of fragrant freshness. So here I sit and of you I wish.

Will we meet in times of woe;
Under streets beveiled? Perhaps in mourning.
The well-worn cobbles ache terribly, my dear, let us go inside
A yellow cigarette crushed against the glass; I burn for tenderness and see
It in your eye. So there you sway and beneath you I lay.

Will your face be one I know;
Past veils of spidersilk? Perhaps, my darling.
This well-worn world aches terribly, let us make our own
From shady grove to comforts home; an empire on the hill.
Lifetime passes in an eyeblink. So with you I hide
Til our tender world’s first sunrise.
You are my little secret,
and you will be the death of me.

But I am addicted to the taste of you.

To wrap my lips around you.

To take you into my mouth.

To taste you.

Filling my mouth..

I know which way is best.

Just the tip and ****...

I could do this ten times a day,
if you would let me.

Taking you in my mouth,
taking you down as deep as I can.

But I often wish I didn't want it so much.

But I always want more.

Like an addiction.

**** it! you will be the death of me
if I don't give you up.

And at £6.49 for a packet of 18,

you are a very expensive secret.
:o) Giving up smoking is not easy :o)
 Feb 2016 Pastell dichter
Ja
DID YOU
 Feb 2016 Pastell dichter
Ja
Did you guide me, while I grew
Did you teach me, all I knew

When I was lost, did you lead me home
When I was cold, did you keep me warm

When I had doubts, did you set me straight
When I rushed too fast, did you make me wait

When I was scared, did you make me strong
When I was alone, were you, still along

Did you give me love, to enjoy its pleasure
Did you bring me family, so I could treasure

When life was dark, were you my light
When I was wrong, did you set me right

When disaster struck, did you take my pain
Did you make me whole, so I could feel again          

Did you stand by me, as I forgot
As life progressed, and I did not

When I knew nothing, but a docile stare
When meaning left, were you still there

Did you let me die, when my life was thru
My slate swept clean, of what was due

Now that I understand, this to be true
Did you bring me here, to live with YOU
BOEMS BY JA 362
 Feb 2016 Pastell dichter
Love
Jaded
 Feb 2016 Pastell dichter
Love
Cause it’s all just paper in the end,
Were all just stuck here playing pretend.
Some of us acting like we god,
While other have never even heard of a ****** iPod.
We pray to that god at the end of the day,
And then curse his name if things don’t go our way.
We’re corrupted and ****** up, dishin’ out blame,
Wishing for superman, left with some ******* named...
Who gives a **** with his name if they’re all just fuckboys ,
Woman pick yourself up you’re repressed by the man, part of his ploy!
And were all stuck here playing pretend,
Might as well make you name a story for the end.
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