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your wild brown eyes meet mine
and your brown hair is so soft
and your skin is pale and feels like fabric
on top of me in a loft

i think about it constantly
have you ever though about what was lost?
you'll never feel tired with me
i bite my lip in glee

i wanna get wild
i wanna be free
as if i were a child
we're where we want to be

and it feels so good just
just as it should
you and me, intertwined
break my back and start to bend time

feels so good to rewind
back and forth, curved lines
i love your body and your skin
as without, so within

inside me it feels so good

i'm locked on you as i should

be
how i imagine me and my ex making love
well, one of my imaginations turned into a poem.
I am holy
and I will purge
with my soul, free,
I will merge
I am murdered
I am hurt
I sought it out
at all cost

running like a faucet,
baby I'm exhausted
and I'm unhinged
searching for forever
what felt like never
has come tinged
into a red.
you're in my bed
inside my head
it feels like ***,
it's so complex
I feel satisfied, it's good
it's revenge well understood
yeah, i didn't know at first
but I finally quenched my thirst

I have revenge
the colors are bland
yet still leave me scarred
people will talk
but won't show you who they are
i feel watched
i'm always in fear
my mind is yours
and it's crowded in here

separate,
can i even separate?
is it love or is it hate?
aren't they one in the same?

seperate,
can i even seperate?
is it my own will or a game?
maybe we really are the same

you don't think what i think or feel what i feel
but i don't know that at all, and i don't know what is real
you say your heart is blue, when it's really teal
i no longer know you or what you conceal
you have a certain zeal
that's really fake
believing you
was my mistake..

..separate?
can we even seperate?
going back to you is my fate
is it love or is it hate?

separate,
can we even separate?
will you give or will you take?
was it really my mistake

..will we
ever
separate?
what does it mean to be a woman?
what does mean to bleed?
what does it to be chased?
what does it mean to be erased?

i'm so sick and tired of all this lust
i wish the world would turn to dust
sometimes i want to cut off my own face
problems i don't feel strong enough to face

what does it mean to be a woman?
why do men have to hurt my pride?
If you don't like who the **** I am
there's no chance you'll get inside

my ***** is a private club
my body is to be gazed upon in closed off mirrors
and my self is a shadowy reflection
that disappears

the child in me is gone
my body is too ripe
they pick me off like a fruit
constantly trying to pipe

why do you have to **** me inside?
why can't eat me till I die?
you like me because I'm ******
but want a good girl for a bride

it's too bad that I'm a *****
i'm a ****, and i'm a witch
i am everything a man could ask for
and everything the right one could wish

no one appreciates anything I do
and i have to live for myself
***** I always want to die
cause' i can't be anybody else

what does it mean to be a woman?
i'm myself despite my flaws
pain is something that I live it
magics' something that I draw

from myself and the earth
in life, to death, from birth
i will live for myself,
i will fight for my worth
i've had guys lust over me since i was 9 lol
Four years ago, I died
I've lived my life a lie
I felt inside my heart
an ever-loving guide
I prayed, and prayed for love
while looking up above
tears rolling down my eyes
I closed them as I cried

I begged and begged,
and when I lay my head to rest,
I wondered why
I was treated so much less
I kept looking up to the sky
a hole with emptiness
and I had no one else to rely,
and with nothing to hide

with my heart, I confessed. . .
you could say that I'm blessed
with all that I've lost
I've gained so much wisdom
but at what cost?
I don't think that it's worth it
I don't think that I'm happy
I understand my purpose;
I don't accept it gladly.

I've lost my religion
it wasn't my decision
after all, I guess I don't always value the truth.
but I've been through so much pain
to me, it is all in vain,
what was sacrificed of my youth.
You saved me from my pain
by filling up my heart
with a love plastic and fake
that quickly fell apart

Our empire of love
was built upon a lie
But I love you still,
and that love will never die

You were my hero,
and I was your zero
You were my trophy,
and I was your prize

I wanted to keep you, always wanted to be near you
but I was an object inside of your eyes.
Your lies were crystal, in my rear mirror,
I was secret that you bled to hide

You were my lover, my one and only,
but I was a shadow in the shape of your lust.
I was so young, and I am naive
been too many years, yet I still stand to grieve

I always wear my heart on my sleeve
and you grab my wrist to prey on me;
I have no one to pray to
and although in this world I am free,

you are the one I'm a slave to
my childhood belief is that you'll set me free,
although you search for someone to save you
what a dangerous thing to have made you.

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