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be quiet
it is better than destroy something
be silent
it is better than hurt someone
think twice
it is better than create a new story
do not judge
what inside of it not always bad
just ask
it will end up good
will you talk to my corpse
after im dead?
.
.
.

ask me things like how
was your day?

tell me about
each and every
person
youve replaced me with?  

and ill have changed...
you know?

you're so quiet now
.
is what you'll say,
but i won't respond.

and maybe you'll cry?
the way i cried after you broke my heart--
into
p i e c e s

all while saying sorry and
what not?

and will you tell me the truth?
like the old days, when we were
kids

what caused you to do it?
ill think to ask,
.
but wont...

was it me?
or the first night
you went drinking?

or
will you just pretend that it wasn't
you
who killed me?
i have mixed feelings about this.
Life is but a dream,
At least that's what they tell me now that I am in my youth.
Every day I wake up from dreaming about butterflies,beautiful dresses,tiaras,and princes,
Just to start my carefree day as a young child.
As a youth,
They say you can be anything that you choose to be.

Life is but a reality,
For I am no longer a child,
A young lady I am now.
I dream of wasps,rags,crowns of thorns, and guys.
They say now as a young lady you can only achieve your goals if you work towards them.

Life is now depressing,
Now l am a woman.
I no longer dream,
I don't have time for it.
They say you are a woman,
You can't just chase your dreams
You have to work for it.
You are no longer a child.
Life is no longer a dream.

                                                         ­                                          Jonesy 2016 ©

We remain,
And in WE
It supposed to include you and me

We remain,
-our memories
-our laughters

Yes we remain,
You and Me

But that WE
Doesn't include you and me
We remain,
But not us

We remain,
You and Me
But not together
Instead, away from each other

I love the repetitiveness of this. Sometimes, the "we" doesn't include you and me. We remain, but with our own separate lives to mend.
Promises of forever.
Lies whatsoever.
I just can't take.

I just can't wait,
To see those promises break.
And see you cry.

For you, to realise
That this is real life.
Yeah baby,
This is real life.
So welcome to this real life.
Yeah baby,
Welcome to this real life.
A beautiful field of flowers,
full of colours; red, yellow, green and blue;

seeing this…
it brings me happiness,
it reminds me of you.

it makes me think…
happiness, is it something we find?
or something that we create?

but then again…
maybe we don’t have control over it,
maybe it’s just fate.
Every fallen tear
Was a silent scream
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