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Gabriel Jan 2018
I'm pretty sure Iloveyou's are made from gold
I found yours rusted
Gabriel Jan 2018
******* in heart shaped knots
I found you
You captured me
but I'd rather be broken honestly
than to be chained with lies
Gabriel Jan 2018
H ollowed with thoughts clouded with questions
E ngrave my words in tombstones to remember my name.
L ay me down in roses and scatter our memories in the sea
P ray for my dying soul that yearns to live inside your deepest fears

M olded into something far more worst than sickness
E scaping someone who forced me to be the man I am now.

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Gabriel Jan 2018
Her perfume smells different when she went home .
I smelled the same scent when I met him .
Gabriel Jan 2018
Let's get coffee at midnight
where we could savor the brew and get high while looking at the stars
I know coffee taste better at morning but It taste best when you're around

Let's drink at the morning !
When the sun shines so bright and the heat spreads the room
Where my throat burns but my heart burning for you.
I'll pass out early in a four cornered room full of your smiles
and speak sober of what we used to be.

I'll dream of you and what we used to do
Where coffee was on the morning
as your lips kissed the cup and I envy it.
Where we pass out drunk at midnight with the stars shining our night.

I woke up at midnight without you
with coffee at the table
and her in front of me .
Gabriel Jan 2018
Feeling drunk and I'm looking for something to feel right
But if love is what you want then I shall be the euphoria of your night
I bow my head with the burns of acid on my throat and with a heart made out of forgotten sticky notes and ripped love letters
For meeting me was not common in an area full of forgotten lovers
I wish to dance , but sadly only walking is my dance step.
I could use that to take you to your home's door step
I reach out once again to take this universe one more chance
So hi, i'm really drunk , do  you want to dance?
Gabriel Jan 2018
I held the cigarette more than your hand , it tasted sweeter than your kisses can
With Nicotine inside my lungs and liquor that stained my insides ,
Is there any other way to dry up my cries?
For endless days turn to hardest of nights,
My heart still yearns for a fight.
For countless of times I ran with ache on my chest
and a burden on my back trying to escape God's heaviest test.
Now I held the beer bottle more than you hand .
I moved on and drank it up
and now,Thankfully it's more empty than I am ..

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