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We are not the classics.
You will, we will never be.

Beware,
for your art
is aware of itself.

Let it fade into
post modernity,
let it die quickly,
in fact,

***** it
yourself.
i'm falling like the snow
        you promised we'd play in
my tears fall like the rain
        you promised we'd kiss in
i'm shaking like autumn leaves
        you promised we'd dance in
i'm dying like the roses
        you promised to give me
  
   you broke your promise to live
           can't i break mine?
 Aug 2013 Eva Encarnacion
M M M
I bet you don't even know
the lengths I go.
 Aug 2013 Eva Encarnacion
M M M
I am not sure of what to write
For these words are only fleeting
I am unsure of how to talk
For my voice has no meaning

I am not sure how to learn
For it requires time and patience
I am unsure of where to go
For I lack judgement and common sense

I am not sure how to walk
For it takes strong legs to endure
I am unsure of how to read
Although the words - from my heart - they pour

I am not sure of how to breathe
For my lungs are flowery bruised
I am unsure of how to see
You took my eyes, you took everything, you took it all with you
i think it's a little different
when it's against a wall
i literally just had a break down
i cried and                            
begged you not to go                      
                           you heard it all
                         - mindless blabbering at 4:57 am -
            runninng on no sleep
and i think it broke you to pieces                
that you were the reason
   why i was falling apart
               simply because you had to go
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