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Trevor Dowe Nov 2017
Once upon a time
I fell in love with myself
I loved the way I saw the world, with an innocence now lost
I believed every lie and dreamed of rescuing dragons from princesses
I still remember the day my world shattered, and I started see the truth
An empty birthday party
A lonely slumber party
Whispers behind everyone's back
I didn't want to spread rumors, but to keep my friends, I did
And with my words, I burned bridges
How could I trust myself after telling those secrets that had been entrusted to me
Unclean and repentant, I sought forgiveness but there was none to be found
Not from myself
I tried to redeem myself by stepping away from the games, but though I hoard secrets, the dragons have all fled
There is no happily ever after here
Trevor Dowe Nov 2017
I'm no tragic hero, my suffering is not divine.
I live my life in the breaths between words, in the spaces dividing lines.
The silence of the grave isn't a symphony, just an echo of my home.
I've wrapped myself in delusions of grandeur, it's just a god complex.
I feel so boring, in this same routine.
When I play at chaos, it's a mask -- can't you see?
But I've already lost myself in it again.
Trevor Dowe Nov 2017
This house is desolate, surrounded by urban sprawl,
I’ve built this castle up, and gave it high walls,
Since you left, everything seems grey,
Skies are dismal and bleak, every single day.
No one else can breach the tower I’ve locked myself in
Not even the ruckus of the world can stir the emotion within
I sit and stare at glass walls, in hollow halls
Once filled with joys and wondrous calls
They would echo all day and night, now exists only silence
I’ve made solitude into a great art and science
I’ve perfected it’s study and long for a change of heart
It’s never so simple when you lose an integral part
of your soul, to the depths of loathing and pettiness.
Words exchanged spitefully end in bitterness.
I wish you the best from this desolate house I’ve built
Solitude is my only company, isn’t that ironic?
Trevor Dowe Nov 2017
Let's tell a story of our emotions
Spinning these tales of love
like a spider spins his webs
I won't stop until I've pulled you in
It's like a superpower
I seem to bring you next to me
With my words like venom
Making my songs Infectious
I am the voice in the back of your mind
whispering subtle little hints,
making you question who you are becoming,
and showing you who we could have been


So I listen to your heart beat
to use it's rhythm
When I sing for you
my love is in every song
I need you next to me
I'm cold blooded, so keep me warm


Static keeps me awake at night
without you here next to me
I can't feel alive,
can't seem to be myself
I feel like I had the world,
But it was taken from me
I was left hanging again
might as well have used a noose,
it would have hurt less


You are my ray of sunlight
gently kissing me with warmth
in contrast to the moonbeam
telling me goodnight


So I listen to your breathing
catching all the little sighs
So when I sing for you
My love is in every word
I need you next to me
I'm cold blooded please keep me warm


The fire in your eyes
Shows me I'm alive
Knowing that you want me
I will never leave
Your love will always burn
Leave me but as a pile of ashes
To blow away into the wind


So I listen to your voice
Saying my name while you're asleep
So when I sing for you
My love is in every word
I need you next to me
I'm cold blooded please keep me warm
Older poem/song(maybe?)
Trevor Dowe Nov 2017
still waters rage cold
ice bears no malice this night
fire warms tired hearts


stars wheel across night
moon glows brightly to reveal
waves crash silver dark


worn hands outstretched
waiting for gifts ungiven
quiet desperation


warm rain falls swiftly
the approaching torrent comes
washing away fear


leaves fall orange red
trees barren whistle  in wind
grey skies lingering


If the crows shall feast
I won't be alone, two corpses
Will be in grave need


Raised by poets
Through the long summer
To wreak havoc now


Perish the thought
Of my demise, dream on
I will one day rise
Trevor Dowe Nov 2017
He died of a chronically broken heart, having fallen in love with the spark in almost everyone he met. It was always some combination of their beauty, talent, and personality. While he was always supportive of them and did his best to make them feel good, he was too afraid to tell them what he felt. Those little secrets tore his heart to shreds and he slowly withered away.

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