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254 · Feb 2014
flowers
Cheyenne Feb 2014
I am a flower.
Dying, slowly.
The sadness inside me has more power than I do.
You are a flower.
But you have weeds around you.
The evil in you shows.
Even though you have evil in you,
      I still love you.
244 · Feb 2014
islands
Cheyenne Feb 2014
She is the moon.
She hides her secrets in the dark.
He is the sun.
He shows life and all it's beauties.
Their baby is water.
It brings good and bad to the front.
They live with the wind.
Wind, who breezes through everyones life.
Fire, he is the one who brings hurt.
He burns hope from our world.
Earth, who mothers our life.
She holds luna, sol, water and even fire under her wing to bring them together as a family.
193 · Feb 2014
thank you
Cheyenne Feb 2014
you're the only thing that's stopping me from swallowing all my depression pills.
i stare at them every night thinking how much easier my life would be if i did take them all.
with one simple toss back of the bottle,
i could be relieved of all my pain,
my sorrow,
my hurt, all would be gone.
thank you for coming over nightly to calm me down.
or even just for calling me.
everytime i hear your voice,
i bring myself to ease.
your voice is like my favorite song,
that song that makes me realize, you're what i am living for.
thank you
185 · Feb 2014
#01
Cheyenne Feb 2014
#01
a world without pain is the world only a writer can create
therefore i am obviously not a writer
i create worlds of pain
i write my life
with each and every line
every word
there is a meaning
i can see what i am without writing
can you?

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