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raquel Jun 2018
She is leaving
And I can't do anything about it
I'm stuck in my worst nightmare
And I can't wake up

But,,,
I'll smile for you
Even if it hurts me
I'll smile for you

I'm chasing after you
It's like I'm chasing the clouds
Why can't I reach you?

But,,,
I'll smile for you
Even if it hurts me
I'll smile for you

I'll smile, just to see you happy
I'll smile, even if I'm falling apart inside
I'll smile even if it hurts me
I'll smile for you
I'm fine. . .
raquel Mar 2018
Tears burn my skin like acid
But my body is numb
I'm finding myself on fire
Yet my cold soul still persists

Is this how the day will end?
Me, yelling
Me, crying
Me, in shambles

I don't want you see me like this
I wished you hadn't

. . .

You say angels don't cry, so why do I?
. . .
raquel Mar 2018
maYbe its tje gin takking
the winE pumpsd in mu viens
tge jäger churnss my stomacj
anf my slurreDd wprds spill

im seeimg doiuble
ovrr saturatoin
sutmblin g over my oWn feet
amd yet yoy still hAnd me another drimk

but its tOoo nuch to resisT
your love imtoxicates me
ove r ans over agaim
whY must yiu be so addictibe ¿
. . .
raquel Mar 2018
Doesn't the snow look lovely today?
Doesn't the strange, crisp winter air in the middle of March fill your senses?
Doesn't the fireplace draw you near like a moth to a flame?
Doesn't the warmth of those blankets make you smile?
Doesn't this remind you of me?
I know, the cold certainly gives you the--ahem--cold shoulder
I know, your disfavor for the winter
I know, I'm just as cold as the snow atop of your roof
I know, I'm the cold air that you despise so dearly
I know, you say that I make you happy
But I know, how much the frostbite I obtain hurts you
Just the touch of your lips
Just the tip of your nose
Just the softness of your cheeks
Just the warmth of your hands when they touch mine
Just the love in your heart
It is all I want
But...
My frostbitten lips
My frostbitten nose
My frostbitten cheeks
My frostbitten hands
My frostbitten heart
I don't want that for you
. . .

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