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  Mar 2018 blake
She Writes
Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?
blake Mar 2018
In this box contains my life.
Yes, this every box, keeps
Me alive. Maybe it's cause
I put it in there myself. Or
Maybe it's because this
very box is trailing
off and going
into a point
the way
my life
does.
blake Feb 2018
Am I truly myself?
When the light goes down
While they’re out on the town
I’m laying in bed to die?
blake Feb 2018
Maybe I am not truly alive. The darkness consumes me. I’m surrounded by the black abyss of space. I cannot breathe; however, I am not drowning. Is this Purgatory? I have no memories of my past life, if I have one. Floating around gives me a feeling of hope and willpower - if only I had the energy to use it.
  Feb 2018 blake
SeaChel
I want to smother your lips

with my own,

to kiss you so hard

your lungs beg for air,

and spots dance in your vision

like fireworks on the Fourth.


I want you to forget.

Forget your name

and where you came from

because in that moment

it will only be

us.
  Feb 2018 blake
mel
love in my heart; magic in my eyes
flames that sparked from light in you
you echo through all that i grew
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