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Erin-Mai Jul 2013
Words can't explain
How I feel for you
So bright and new
In the mornings
Waking up to your
Sleepy hairy face
Go shave, I said
Make me coffee, he says

It's the little things in life
What we do for each other
I'll never understand

But I guess that's love.
Erin-Mai Jul 2013
Take your baggage please
I have enough of my own
So leave me alone
Erin-Mai Jun 2013
"You're ugly" he said
"You're fat" she said
"No one likes you" they said
"No boy is every gonna think you're pretty"

Who are you to judge
Me?
I did nothing
Nothing wrong to you people.
You are the ugly ones here
Go look at your reflection in the mirror
And tell me you're not embarrassed
With what you see..
Erin-Mai Jun 2013
Staring at the nights sky
I wonder why
I think of you..
Erin-Mai Jun 2013
Siblings are the best
You can beat them
Make them cry
Tickle them to death
Their laughter is enough
Happiness
Is what I find
I'll be seeing him soon
My big brother
My soldier
My protector
He taught me how to tie my shoes
He taught me how to not give a ****
Yes. The best thing he ever taught me
We've been through a lot
The last few years
Not as close as we used to be
But I know he loves me
And that's enough
For my
Happiness.
Erin-Mai Jun 2013
And there they were
Face to face
Examining each other
Trying to read their minds
Blinking to cause distraction
But it's too intense.
They stop for a moment
Not realizing that something is about to happen
And then...
It happens.
The expected.
The ultimate satisfaction
A kiss,
On their ****** lips
They don't know what they're doing
An awkward silence fills the room
But it happens again..
A kiss.
The gateway drug to ***,
Some may say.
Others say it's just a way of showing affection
Some say people abuse the kiss
But in the end,
It's nothing special.
Just two awkward lips colliding together,
Until they get it right..
Erin-Mai Jun 2013
They stalk
They talk
They hunt
They fight
Dominance takes over
And one is left dead.
Lonely,
Left on the dirt
And the dead grass
To be prayed on my birds,
Hunters,
And they eventually just rot away
Until nothing is left.
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