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 Nov 2014 Beaux
Public Diary
" I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go"

"When all those shadows almost killed your light"

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now"
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Echo
~Talk~
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Echo
~I'm glad I get to see you tonight, at least. Even if you aren't number one to my heart <3~
Andy! ^u^
Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!Andy!
lolz Andy!
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Liz And Lilacs
Sight
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Liz And Lilacs
My eyes are melting.
I've forgotten how to see,
and it burns,
this searing pain.
It's because I cannot see.
For we see,
But we do not truly see.
No one truly sees anymore
I don't know.
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Kendall K
You found me lying on the floor
with blood trickling
where were you...
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Liz And Lilacs
The day you died,
*was the day I stopped sleeping.
But you died two years ago and I haven't slept since
 Nov 2014 Beaux
WickedHope
When I don't sleep bad things happen
But I've insomnia
Someone save me.
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Echo
48
people to help me smile.
48
people to lift my heart.
48
people to catch me when I fall.
48
people to make me feel not so alone.
48
people who have failed miserably.
My friends bring me to strife.
If they knew the real me,
They would say I didn't have a life.
If they knew the mess I am in,
They would probably say,
"You are not who we thought you were."
48
people who will just have to deal.
48
people who may never heal.
I am who I am,
I'll reveal my true identity.
And who is that?
Why, that's the real me.
I hope this gets a few likes. I was truly inspired by Thunderstorm.
I actually do have 48 "friends."
 Nov 2014 Beaux
Poetic T
Wings feathered with notes
As they soar up high the music is
Played,
Listened,
Melody
Within the movement, wings
Are of sound, gracing upon the wind
Carried along the breeze
Faint notes heard,
From miles around,
Notes,
Keys,
Melody
Is played upon wings, a flurry
Of air catching a moment, resonates
Perfect pitch
Culminating
In a quartet of perfect moments,
That bring emotions
From those that catch
The moments of these wings
Of pure notes, the beauty
Felt within as if *touching the soul.
inspired by listening to this awesome tune Jean-Philippe Rio-Py - Help Us Grow:
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