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Elliott Jul 2017
I was so close to just saying it,
yet
you decided
to make it
sound horrible.
Elliott Jul 2017
i wear more black
Now,
than i did
at my first funeral.
Who died?



Me?
Elliott Jul 2017
I wanted you to fight for me,
not with me,
&against me.
Ugh. I need sleep
Elliott Jul 2017
The City at night
comforts me
more
than you ever did.

Is it just
wildly beautiful,
or were
You
just awful to Me?
Savannah trip is going well
Elliott Jul 2017
when the moonlight touches my cheek,
late in night
early in the morning
i can't sleep, i over eat,
and I end up crying in the bathroom,
on the floor,
numb from medication & the thought of failure.
yeah, sorry for this
  Jul 2017 Elliott
- JP DeVille
My painter friend looked at me and laughed,
"I can't draw, I've told you that," I said.
"What a sad life to not be able to place your emotions on a canvas,"
he grinned.
"I don't paint but I write," I replied, "Want to know the difference?"
Intrigued he awaited for my answer,
"Your art is for the eye, but mine's for the heart."
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