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 Nov 2015 Swords and Roses
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 Nov 2015 Swords and Roses
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You always were afraid of being replaced.
Guess your fears came true.
 Nov 2015 Swords and Roses
Sin
I Try
 Nov 2015 Swords and Roses
Sin
You never listen to me
When the door of opportunity
Opens from my heart
To tell you that I'm sorry

I've made mistakes and ****** up true
But honey truly I still love you

Yeah you're right not to belive in me
The drinking and wasted nights of love
But can't you see me
Down on one knee as I ask for you to look

Cmon babe just turn around
Give me that smile the one that grounds
My heart and soul
To you

Remember I can change for the best
I know I've said it before
But here's the test
I ain't gonna slam no door
I'll be the man I
Was once before
You are like a spell book

With hidden messages

In exotic languages

And faded font

But I will continue practicing this witchcraft for the enchantment of your love to flow through my fingertips
It always baffled me on how women returned to their violent lovers

And then I realized I was just as foolish//

I had returned to you when you beat my heart to a pulp

When you violently murdered my trust

When you exiled and disregarded my emotions.

-But you see
I am like the sea
Because the shore sends her away everyday and yet she comes rushing back
I have sat and watched people do the same things , but I fell in love with how the air begged to enter your lungs.
Love lungs body ***** breathe boy girl deep sweet kind romance
 Nov 2015 Swords and Roses
Erin
Your screams stay silent, never heard,
Their thoughts are violent and absurd,
Your demons vicious, spitting venom
They whisper words of sick intentions
'Do not cry' they laugh with spite
'It could be time to say goodnight'
The darkness fills, you shut your eyes
And choke out one final goodbye
Constantly aware
of my
input
and output,
I am the most inefficient
worker bee.
Fur wet with honey,
I cling to the insides of
hives and lose
my wings,
unable to peel them back
away from one another.

A fortress much more a home
than a homicide,
rose thorns are hardly my sting,
so I weave in and out
of their buds and barbed wire.
I am not supposed to feel
a thing.

I die for my cause.
I am what I make.

I forage in the afternoon,
and then free my sting
from my skin
decidedly.
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