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You've got a body covered in chalk
Fingers dipped
Skin coated
Flakes of white
Consuming mistakes in black board utensils
Swallowed too much powder
Stomach churning, feeling sour
Now you're bloated
Rotating the dial of the phone
Neutralize the reaction
Feelings of unsatifaction
Chug your milk in gallons
Before the powder sinks it's tallons
Or dump it down the drain
It's almost summers breath
Time for you to take a rest
Lay down your gentle skin
And bare your arms of sin

There's a place she goes
Where no one else will know
Time, time again
Have you counted your the cuts on your skin
The bruises in your hair

It's a better place out there
Called it a summers safe
Reaching for better lines to say
Where is the day in us
Is there a truth to learn with a your touch
To go fleeting once before you see
Waiting for the summer so you can breathe

Retreat her to the winter
Cause you don't like icicle splinters

And It's almost summers breath
Time for you to take a rest
Lay down your gentle skin
And bare your arms of sin

There's a better place I know
And I'll miss you in the snow
Yet bare your arms of sin
There's a better place within
And many miles you must go
To escape this frigid snow

See you in the morning
See you in mistakes
So take your Novocaine
To different season
Time is leaving
Your bleeding
Away today

Save your coins
Pine your rest
For the breast
Of Summers way
 Apr 2017 Emily Gray
Ryan Holden
Lethal vines wrapped in cotton,
Complex thoughts rotten,
Divulged emotions best kept hidden,
Vicious teeth and cautiousness of being bitten,
Eavesdropping inside your subconscious,
Thoughts mischievous,
Open up my love, open up your heart,
We will never have an ending and this will be the start.
The beginning of a new life.
 Apr 2017 Emily Gray
Ryan Holden
Fog and black clouds surround the air,
Gloomy faces, tired eyes from weekend festivities,
Two empty days isn't fair,
We didn't fit in many activities,

Miserable, sorrowing over deprived sleep,
Eyes filled and thoughts weep,
Friday please will you remain,
Monday I order you to refrain.
Just a silly poem about Monday's . After all, everybody hates Monday's!
 Apr 2017 Emily Gray
Ryan Holden
Pitter patter small feet,
Lush green surrounding,
Trees higher than the atmosphere,
Thinking I'm Tarzan,
River flows elegantly,
Hither and thither,
Staining our pristine clothes,
I used to love that Forest.
A story of my childhood!
it's just a t-shirt but
there's something comforting
about how it carries
the smell of your worn out sheets
a cute lil write
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