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716 · Feb 2013
drunk
Aime Worcester Feb 2013
my eyes covered in a glossy cloud
asking for forgiveness
can't see straight, don't feel right
reality is slipping through my finger
tips, finger prints show my identity
isn't real
escaping the pain that severs my skin
I become numb
no longer can I feel the soft tear drops trail
down my rosy cheeks
669 · Feb 2013
breakfast
Aime Worcester Feb 2013
as we sit and share the sound of silence with each other
I'm at a lost for words, as I stare into your blue eyes and begin to dream
one thousand words swim in my sea of thoughts,
trying to find the perfect sentence
it's hard to escape your mind full of what ifs, how comes and whys
when perfection is sipping their cup of coffee
544 · Feb 2013
restlessness
Aime Worcester Feb 2013
it's hard to pretend to smile
when the tears rush down your face
to hide in the skin
that you're trying escape

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