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Dee William Mar 2015
I think it's crazy that the world thinks I'm the world itself is crazy itself.
Dee William Mar 2015
Cut me.
Scratch me.
Punch me.
Slap me.
Leave me a ****** mess.

Break my bones.
Knock out my teeth.
Kick me while I’m down.
Make it hard to move.

Leave deep scars and marks.
Carve your victory in my skull.
Run me over.
My pain is your gain.

Sprain muscles.
Tear limbs from limbs.
Call me names.
Torture my wounds with salt.

Burn my clothes.
Destroy my words.
Watch tears fall and laugh.

Bring up my past and tell the world.
Curse me out in the worst way.
Do what you want,
But stay away from my heart.

That’s off limits.
Dee William Feb 2015
Darryl Tibbs.

What is truth?
Is its meaning valid?
Does it speak concrete?
Or will it be a habit?

Is it more than just the tongue?
Does it transform shapes?
How can I trust her?
When I’ve never seen her face?

Her words are exciting.
They persuade me to speak.
I want more and more.
Of her I truly think.

The thing is how do I know?
How can I trust?
How can I believe?
When I’ve never even touched?

Everyday seems true though.
So I guess I’ll take it slow.
She could be the one.
Hey you may never know.

Stranger things have happened.
Life’s not always about fun.
Yet still I can’t help but think.
Is truth only off the tongue?
Dee William Oct 2014
I saw her lips shine,
And I was breathless.
She’d grown from that little girl.
She was in the Adult Section.

I was speechless. Shocked.
The transformation she took.
She’s cunning. Astounding.
She’s like good book.

A thought so hard to shake.
A dream I can’t forget.
With those lip glossed lips.
And every little step.

I miss that day,
And the time we shared.
The way your skin touched my eyes
And your lovely, lovely hair.

We’re grown now,
That day has passed you see?
We text, but to you,
What does that mean?

I want something fresh.
Something special, and new.
I want to try something strong.
Something real, like you.

Spontaneous kisses.
Romantic gestures and sorts.
I want this love to last,
Not a story that’s short.

Can I love you hard?
And never let go?
Defend your honor?
Let your enemies know?

Leave roses on your door step.
Let you know how I feel?
That it started on that day.
With a lip gloss kiss seal?
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