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2.3k · Nov 2012
Affection.
Brian Ross Nov 2012
The day when I confess all my love.
I hope you don't reply with a shrug.
I know I'm over *** and all the other drugs.
Every time I think of you my keens quake.
I'll take a nap, wishing you'ed text me before I wake.
Now dreams are near.
And all my other feeling I know longer fear.
The one that stands out from the rest, is by far the best.
**Love.
1.1k · Dec 2012
You're Immature
Brian Ross Dec 2012
I'll be what you need me to be.
I can't hide, and there's no time to flee.
This is something you did.
Off you go, to the highest bid.
I think now I'll turn away.
Try and and live another day.
1.1k · Nov 2012
Serendipity
Brian Ross Nov 2012
I'll start screaming into a pillow as if I was just bit by a black widow.
It's really unfortunate about my heart and the fire that scorching it.
Look up into the heavens and you'll see hell.
I'm going to save all my money and throw it into a wishing well.
1.1k · Oct 2012
Cuts And Scratches
Brian Ross Oct 2012
Another passive aggressive jab at my throat.
And babe, I'll try not to choke.
Because without you..
Life would be a joke.
984 · Nov 2012
Disapproval
Brian Ross Nov 2012
I think that you could have saved me.
We'll all find out soon who the real ones are.
Not just the wannabe friends at the bar.
I'll finally get a good nights rest.
Oh, and I don't even I want to pass your boyfriend test.
Thanks for what you could have been.
Thanks for leaving me alone again.
911 · Nov 2012
Absinthe Before Bed
Brian Ross Nov 2012
The thoughts in my head.
Visions I dread and monsters under my bed.
The things I see cloud what I could be.
I can't run.
I can't hide.
Suffocating in my mind.
Ideas I amuse and temptations I abuse.
I'm stuck in this dream.
But so are you.
714 · Oct 2012
Dark Time
Brian Ross Oct 2012
The leap from the light switch to the bed.
Cold blanket.
Warm cheap whiskey blend to guide me in the black.
It's sad,
It's dark,
It's bed time.
694 · Oct 2012
Gaze
Brian Ross Oct 2012
All day I'll try not to keep dreaming.
I stare at you without blinking.
You're indecisiveness really got me thinking.
Maybe it's time I stop drinking.
687 · Dec 2012
Preforming in Purgatory
Brian Ross Dec 2012
Having Heaven is over rated anyway.
You could exhaust ecstasy.
Never mind nirvana.
You torment me with your bashful bliss.
Nothing could ruin this rapture.
I'm Preforming in Purgatory trying to win you over.
649 · Dec 2012
Flashbacks From February
Brian Ross Dec 2012
I can smell and taste the way you shake.
Posed on the bed as my knees quake.
I can here the CD spin in the player.
I think to myself  "****, I want to lay with her".
You're no longer in my sensory.
Now you're just a memory.
624 · Nov 2012
Stare at the screen.
Brian Ross Nov 2012
Look at me begging like a dog for a treat.
Just waiting for you to speak.
Jumping like a buzzard after a piece of meat.
Prey ******* these torn knees.
Trapped in this town surrounded by trees.
You could need me.
I know I need you.
614 · Oct 2012
Night Light
Brian Ross Oct 2012
An adult, but still wanted a night light.
"I'll fix one up quick babe" I said.
Plug in my old dusty radio.
It's blue light shines protecting are bed.
I can't help it if we weren't right.
I can't help that all we do is fight.
We wont work even if I fix us up a night light...
609 · Nov 2012
Yes, like the country.
Brian Ross Nov 2012
Another weave and another goal to achieve.
If the road to hell is paved in blood.
Then the road to heaven is paved in love.
I think it's time I let my emotions flood.
And I thinks it's time we soar like doves.
Brian Ross Nov 2012
For the sake of future sight and love and light.
Lets just say that I'd be gray if I have to live another day without a glace from you.
I will forgive the acts of treason.
If we could live with no rime or reason.
I believe that these feeling aren't made up.
Every time I think of your face I get locked into a warm liquor bottle embrace.
Self  destructing is something I'm touching.
My feeling have been domesticated and my rights have been emancipated.
**I'm in rough shape.
598 · Nov 2012
What it really is.
Brian Ross Nov 2012
I think I'll sleep for a few days.
I can't handle thinking about you anyway.
The only thing I would like to do is walk to you.
Sadly I can't even talk to you.
For me love inst a happy thing.
It's a tainted thing.
A brutal sting.
589 · Oct 2012
More Than A Wince
Brian Ross Oct 2012
Damage a broken man who's unarmed.
Once again, I will not walk away unharmed.
Don't worry babe.
Don't be alarmed.
586 · Oct 2012
What I seek
Brian Ross Oct 2012
What I'm trying to fine will free me from a bind.
And my gears will still grind even if I go blind.
I will stop with my stride only after I'v died.
Brian Ross Feb 2013
I am but a creature praying below my preacher.
Holding on to the things in the night
My teeth press agents my heart.
Trying not to feel the sting as I bite.
A lonely soul ripping from my skin.
It's pouring all around me, I'm soaked in my sin.
557 · Dec 2012
Falling For Failure.
Brian Ross Dec 2012
Trying to find home.
Come with me.
No one has to know.
There's nothing in my hands.
I'm running out of plans.
Without you.
Without a clue.
522 · Nov 2012
Nairobi
Brian Ross Nov 2012
I'm done I don't need anymore reasons.
I'm sick of this feeling I need some of your pleasing.
I think I'll wright a note, or just come out and stop teasing.
I want to be with you.
And I could give you what you need too.
500 · Oct 2012
When I'm alone
Brian Ross Oct 2012
Buzzing like a bee.
This alcohol causes me to flee.
Clears all that I can see.
All that I could be.
And I'm know longer in need.
I don't mind what you choose
I'll just sip on my *****.
437 · Oct 2012
I have to stay.
Brian Ross Oct 2012
If I had a tongue I would speak
And If I had eyes I'd seek.
And If I was able to lounge.
I would no longer have to scrounge.
I'll stay around, until the day I can honestly say that you don't hurt me anymore.
378 · Jan 2013
Home.
Brian Ross Jan 2013
I'm too drunk to see what's in front of me.
And this is where I want to be.
Because if I can't feel I can pretend nothings real.

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