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The bath water
is the colour of my eyes;
yet, I don't know
which is wetter.
I don't expect you to understand
Why I recoil when
You extend your arms and hands
Why I brace for impact
Within the trajectory of your touch
It is warm,
and I am cold.
It is wind,
and I am stone.
IF YOU STEAL THIS POEM, OR ANY OTHER POEMS OF MINE. I WILL FIND YOU, AND I WILL COME AFTER YOU LEGALLY. I AM SOOO SICK OF SEEING THIS POEM ALL OVER THE INTERNET WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME UNDER IT. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN LIVE WITH YOURSELVES. STEALING OTHERS WORK AND CLAIMING IT AS YOUR OWN. BUT ALL OF THESE ARE COPYRIGHTED SONGS. SO YOU BETTER HOPE I DON'T CATCH YOU. P.S. THANKS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE FINDING AND TELLING ME ABOUT THESE FAKES. I APPRECIATE THE LOYALTY. :)
Caffeine,
   Nicotine,
      make me wish that I came clean

Covered by my shelter
  
             Covered by my will
Simple nicotine
of the great
unwashed dean

Simply sitting down
on the sandy
bordered town

The village was so windy
you could
almost call it Indy

Boats were anchored
in a different
type of inn

       the wind today
               is warm

                                     the sins are left
                                             to warn

another day will pass
                                      as rain and sand c-clash
What did I see
I couldn't tell

What did I want
In this Hell

Why did I go?

                       Where should I grow?
.
.
.
.
                                What in the world have you done to me?

                                      Where will I fall when in misery?

                                     How will I breathe without your air?

                                                  What will I look for?
                                                       *If you're not there
Words
      Words
            Words
    
Greatest Burden
Lightest Weight

Every line that i hate
Tis nothing else but great escape
                                                          
from life                                            
to hate                                              
                                                          
from simple                                    
to fake                                              
                                        

                  
                                                          Words
                                                                Words
                                                                      Words
                                                    
 ­                                                                                 ....the great escape
words enjoy frustration, while i enjoy words
Sleep awaits the ones
forgotten

Dreams concealing all
that's rotten

Flowers rise against
ones will

But only if they long
to ****

Wait sometime along
the watch

The time of those you
have forgot
---------------------------
****** roses that go
dry

Near silent hills that
cry & sigh

****** roses that
neglect

Anything that will
upset

****** roses go so
far
    
                   *While we keep sleeping in this car
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