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Cassie Mae Nov 2011
Your whiskey eyes
drunk with lies
call to my gullible soul.

But to feel your touch
to want it so much
burns a hole in my heart.

When I smell your skin
I feel that I can win
over the love of a boy.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
The lights flickered, went out
my world turned upside down.
Memories I've forgotten to forget about
form an ocean in which I drown.

Walls around me collapse
images of you wash over me.
I suffocate with this relapse
of a distant memory.

Words left unspoken
tears spilled into the tide.
Nothing left me more broken
rubbing raw a tender hide.

Never so easily replaced
never to be forgotten.
All the kisses I still taste
but feelings have gone rotten.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
Are you so insecure
that you will let
any guy
who crawls into your bed
take a little piece of you?

Do you think so little of yourself
that you will let
any guy
who buys you a drink
follow you home?

Is your self-esteem so low
that you will let
any guy
tell you all his lies?

Are you so blind
that you can't see
how beautiful
you really are?
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
You
I see
imagine
us together
we could be happy
developing the love
like putting together a
sentence for a story, but I
know you can not reciprocate all
the feelings I wish you were able to.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
When are you coming back?
I miss your smile.
I can't wait for you to unpack
I've been waiting quite a while.

I miss your smile.
There's something I need to say
I've been waiting quite a while.
If only I could find a way.

There's something I need to say,
I've heard about her,
If only I could find a way.
There's so much to infer.

I've heard about her.
All these feelings I conceal,
There's so much to infer
hoping they turn out to be real.

All these feelings I conceal
I can't wait for you to unpack
hoping they turn out to be real.
When are you coming back?
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
fading wintertime
blankets of white melt away
exposing cold earth
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
When we first met
you told me you always kept your window open
and as I lay in your bed the summer sun warmed my body.

Wrapped in your arms I never noticed the chill of fall
that blew in through that open window
and stirred around orange, yellow, and red amongst our green.

Then one winter's day I stood outside your window
my hand pressed against the glass
as ice crystals fell against the pane.

When we first met
you told me you always kept your window open.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
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