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chloe fleming Nov 2017
I remember when I was 10,
And I saw my father cry.
I asked him "Daddy, what makes people sad?"
He told me people get sad because the warriors
Go to sleep
He said, people get sad because the sun will eventually fall
Even though it just began to rise.
People get sad because one day someone can wake up and say
"I don't care about you anymore."
I think I understand why people get sad,
I am sad too.
The warriors have gone to sleep,
The sun has fallen into an endless horizon,
And even my father has told me,
"I don't care about you anymore."
  Nov 2017 chloe fleming
eileen
Can you hear the violence
The bullets
the sirens

We can't comprehend how people die
Until it's right before our eyes

Here's a gift
A gun
For fun

People are exhausted
No more excuses
were losing

let's turn around
talk to the walls
they'll hear us out

I'm gonna go and pray because surely
god is going to hear me out
take away the evil
from their souls
I'm not so sure

not going to cry
not going to scream

can you hear it
wanna see it

lives are taken away
haven't you heard
the only monsters on earth
are the men pulling the trigger
to people's heads

next week it'll be forgotten
until next time it happens
so pathetic
chloe fleming Nov 2017
I'm not addicted to you, per say,
I'm addicted the 2 am conversations
Where we talk about nothing but
Everything seems to come out.
I'm addicted to the way your voice cracks
When you're tired and you swear me you're not.
Even though I can hear the hum in your voice and haze in your throat.
I'm addicted to the way your brain twirls on end
When you try and comprehend the things you cannot.
I'm addicted to the way your lungs heave in and out,
And how heavenly you look when you can finally breathe.
No, I'm not addicted to you.
I'm addicted to everything that makes you,
You.
chloe fleming Nov 2017
Rolling over to see your eyelashes batting your cheekbones
Is how I want to wake up forever.
Watching the ends of your lips curve into that sweet and sultry smile,
I could stare at you forever.
You are magnificent, a beauty of the mysterious
Because under everything,
I'm still trying to figure out how your brain
Could see me,
And see beauty.
chloe fleming Nov 2017
I think of you in the mid afternoon
When you're yawning from the midst of the day.
I think of you when I roll up my sleeves
And how you never let yours down.
I think of you at 3 am when you are softly sleeping
But I am wide awake,
You see I dream of every inch of you
Every second of the day,
You are like the air in my lungs,
And the goosebumps on my skin
You are necessary, you are inevitable
You are my only end
You are the only one I am thinking of
Inside this troubled head.
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