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 Nov 2013 Brittney Anne
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 Nov 2013 Brittney Anne
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so deeply
I fell for you

I am on the ground now
You caught me, then dropped me

My love..

Who- everything
What- happiness
Where- in my head, under my skin
When- always
Why- magic

How..
How did this happen?
How did we come down to this?

You walk away from me like I have meant so little to you and it pains me
All I wanted was you

Me
I am on the ground
I don't feel a need to get up
I don't feel a need to redeem myself

I am broken
I am dust
I am nothing special
I am gone

I close my eyes and I don't see things the same anymore
Not in my head, in my head there's you.
What I wanted of us
Then a tear escapes
I let the dream leave me
And I sleep

I wake and the first thing on my mind is you
Happiness, love, you, I crave
Then a tear,
Then an ocean,
Then the need to sleep again

I just want to sleep
No more tears.
No more broken dreams
she tiptoed
slowly and gently
her steps leaving invisible marks
on the cold marble floor

she turned
behind and sideways
but nobody was in sight
in the cold, dark room

it was the last chance,
she thought to herself
someone could stop her

so eighteen and lovely,
mary-ann
the girl everyone loved
picked up the rope

with caution and
descending tears,
she twisted it into a hook
and lifted her head
into it

she took in her
last few breaths
breathe in
breathe out
and then
there was absolute silence.

c.s
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
 Nov 2013 Brittney Anne
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Murphy III
 Nov 2013 Brittney Anne
R
i miss you.
i miss those late night texts asking if i was awake.
i miss hearing you play the piano.
i miss the way your hand felt in mine.
i miss you.

i miss the way you joked around with me.
i miss how we always got so close, and i always pulled away.
i regret doing that because now i realize
how much i miss you.

i miss you
and all that you do
and all that you are
and what you will be.

i miss the videos you'd send me
or the thoughts we'd share,
or the stories we'd tell
in times of despair.

i miss the sound of your voice
on a hot sunday night
through the phones speakers
everything felt just so right.

i miss you
and all that you are
and all that i am
regrets leaving you so far.
 Nov 2013 Brittney Anne
R
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 Nov 2013 Brittney Anne
R
i guess i relasped
i mean,
it wasn't like i made another
40 lines but
i made another 3
and in the end
it all adds up anyways,
right?
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