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 Oct 2014 Anna
Aron
I don't know which is more sad?
Is it that,
Here I am alone and wishing that you'll be by my side,
Or the fact that you will never be mine?

Maybe what's more sadder
Is that I have given you
the power
to do this
to me.
Love is so cruel.
 Oct 2014 Anna
Arcassin B
By AB


I , could , learn , to , love , you.
Say yu love me :(
 Oct 2014 Anna
aphrodite
I think I lost my ability to write sober and it scares me shitless
Everything I've ever wrote that's worth something has been a product of drugs
Everything that has ever rhymed
and flowed
and ebbed like the sea has been a result of alcohol
I am a cliché
All of my thoughts are the same recycled ones of the media and social influence that are only brought to surface with chemicals in my bloodstream
All of my romanticism and pain and obsessive verses are mediocre when I am not high
I am not as creative as I claim
I am a fraud
I am a fraud.
Something I wrote a while ago.
**
 Oct 2014 Anna
cheryl love
Crinkles appear
Then wrinkles set in.
Just as you fear
Time marches on.
Then you start to frown
Has happiness gone?
I think not
It's a smile upside down.
 Oct 2014 Anna
TB
it's not right.
for you or for me.
but regardless,
here we are.

and there we go.

it's not right.
but it's right here.
so here we are.
and we'll never go back.
 Oct 2014 Anna
Who cares anyway
Attention
is quite an interesting
thing

One can live
a lifetime
without it

But one taste of it
and it becomes
a drug

You could drown in it
if you wanted to
and not bat an eye
 Oct 2014 Anna
lX0st
Intruder
 Oct 2014 Anna
lX0st
Concentrate on my voice
Though it's barely alive
And listen for the girl
You've trapped inside.
A house with locked doors
And you've swallowed every key.
With all the windows closed
To drown out all her screams.
You hold my hand each day
But haunt my every dream.
I guess that's more like a nightmare.
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