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You distracted me from death
I didn't knew you could do such thing

But now I'm full of regret
You left and now I'm nothing

You didn't promise me you'll stay
But you have made me feel that way

You could have chosen to stay
But you still chose to runaway

Chaos is now on its way
Not for me, but for you

Brace yourself for an impact
And hope that you will stay intact

'Cause when it hit me I almost fell apart
It felt like a lifetime just to restart

But don't you worry
You still have me

You may have abandoned me
But I will still love you intimately
Based on the American horror story. Perspective of Tate Langdon.
Endlessly searching for a meaning
Now that i found you, could i be dreaming?

Another hopeless scheme of fate
No matter how far you've come, you'll still break

Drastic change of fears
From fear of heights to fear of falling in love

To runaway from you is easy
But to runaway from your thoughts is deadly

You might as well **** me now
Than to **** me slowly with your unbroken smile

Curious eyes that glint in the dark
You unconsciously lit the witching hour

Another night has passed
And my thoughts are still lost with you in the past

Gray turning to black
Leave me alone and give my thoughts back

I'm starting to lose it.
I'm starting to lose you.

I'm daydreaming in the night
Ironically, its true.

My eyes are getting heavy
I can't take it anymore

I've lost my consciousness
I fell asleep disoriented with my reverie
Staring at you isn’t as simple as you think.
Looking through your eyes feels like I’m about to sink.

Endlessly glancing at you.
I see the glow of the galaxy inside you.

The way the stars blink and twinkle
Is the same as you making me feel enkindled

You have made me believe,
That eyes can be deceived

That stars aren’t the ones we see
But they're the ones we meet,

And that galaxies aren’t to be dreamt
But that galaxies are meant to be felt.
"stop chasing cars,
try chasing dreams."
man, its harder than it seems

I try to chase beauty
I ended up chasing you
they call it ironic, i call it true-blue.
a short poem for a confused brain
I'm so confused,
Like a ticking bomb,
I need to be defused

My feelings are jared up
Mixed emotions --
I do not know where to start

Met you in my worst,
And you stayed.
And that made it even worst

You make me feel less cynical,
Clearer than crystal,
Every move now is critical

What magic do you posses?
With one look everything is supressed,
Smile and the sleepless world is at rest

I want you,
I need you
But I can never have you.
806
Eight hundred and six,
I'm badly missing you

The thought of it makes me sick –
Trying to find a way out of this labyrinth

a face straight out of a magazine –
Like a demon with an angelic smile.

Your personality is cryptic
waiting to be discovered

let me help you uncover –
biggest secrets you don't want to recover

sooner or later,
or maybe never

you might end up thinking about me too
at exactly eight hundred and six
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