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DahliaoftheDead Feb 2016
We sped away down the East Coast
The trees blurred into a red and yellow sky
Miles and miles pass us by
And I,
I am trying to remember you this way.
DahliaoftheDead Feb 2016
I had been in a storm my own mind conjured.
Excuses to hide my lack of desire to thrive and grow.
Slowly digging my way up from somewhere buried below.

The clouds began to clear and you smiled down at me.
I began slowly stretching, reaching toward you.
I craved to feel the warmth of your rays shining down on me.
Opening up the more attention you paid to me.
And it was the first time I had seen outside of myself.

You are only ever you and yet I always love you more and more.
You are too grand to belong all to me
Yet I will always try to put my best self out there for you.

For after all
I am only one small flower
And you are the Sun.
DahliaoftheDead Aug 2012
As we walk down this hall.
Out of this house,
And toward the street
Lingering in our eyes are looks of defeat.
Everything we thought we knew
Was smoke and mirrors.
It wasn't true.
There was nothing real between us two.
As time went on the illusions grew
Unlike the bond between me and you.
DahliaoftheDead Aug 2012
My paper heart
Can rip and tear.

My paper heart
Can't always be there.

My paper heart
Can fade away.

My paper heart
Can be erased.

My paper heart
Hangs on your wall.

My paper heart
Can potentially fall.

My paper heart
May not be great,

But my paper heart is unique
And it can't be replaced.
DahliaoftheDead Aug 2012
I'm wishing I was bulletproof
As the rain falls through this roof.
And you're screaming in my face,
But these tears can't be erased.
Feeling guilty you made me cry.
The secrets you keep killing you inside.
You're to proud to show or share your fears,
But that fear is keeping us here.
Too full of **** to explain
How this love drives us both insane.
We're both too stubborn to understand.
We're both too big of ******* to give a ****.
We were both poised and waiting
For the sound of the gun.
Get ready,
Get set,
Bang!
Now we run.
DahliaoftheDead Aug 2012
I tried
To reach the top
Of this 6 foot deep hole,
But I just couldn't get up.
I dug myself down there
and kept my self digging.
I feel the paranoia sinking, seeping,
Burying itself deeper and deeper
Into my skin.
No matter how hard I try
I cannot seem to win.
I'm just never going to be good enough for you.
Why bother giving in
If you won't ever give me a chance
To win?
This is the original draft of this poem because I couldn't find the updated version of this poem in my notes.
DahliaoftheDead Aug 2012
To truly have no care in the world
To be the one that breaks the mold
To be your only hand to hold
To care for you when you grow old
To never let my love be sold
Even when you act so cold

That is the dream I hold
deep in my soul
Clutching that dream late at night
When the house shudders and the lightning strikes
Crying into my pillow
Don't let go!
Without that dream
I don't know...
This is a very old poem. One of the first I ever wrote.

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