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 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
Miki
A commoners cries
To the winning king
After trading sides
Your praises theyll sing
The underdog
Gets the bone
Until the bone doesnt get you far
Great dictators have never stolen with force
They just know who their audience are
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
Miki
Untitled
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
Miki
Maybe when we kissed
I swallowed your tongue
And thats why you
Cant speak
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
janie
What If
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
janie
What if I say my heart is broken?
Would you be there?
What if i say my chest is cut open?
Would you wipe away my tears?
What if i say im no longer fixable?
Would you at least try?
What if i say im no longer breakable?
Would you know im about to die?
What if i killed myself tomorrow?
Would you accept that im dead?
Would you feel any sorrow,
As i lay on my death bed?
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
Miki
I bet your personality
Can fit between your *******
I can find your smile
Drooling between your legs
Show me how you dance
Sitting on my lap
Your laughter is contagious
Your moans are a thunder clap

Carnivorous and hungry
Can you handle me
I dont know what
This night will be

Tell me about your family
While i pull your hair
Is this your favorite band?
What else will you share?
Be my barbie doll
Be my sweet ****
**** me with love
Ill just take the ****
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
B
Winter
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
B
The winter air was fresh and cool,
but became more harsh
as the night went on.
It traveled through my body
at an optimal speed leaving
no nerve untouched by
its frigid breath.
It stung my skin,
turning it a bright
rosy color.
That was nothing, though.
It started numbing my cheeks,
traveling to my hands
and every other part of my body
that was exposed to the dangers
of the winter.
The icy feeling sunk deep
into my bones and every crevice
it could find which caused
my body to tense up
and shake so uncontrollably
that I couldn't function properly.
The sad thing is,
this is what it felt like to love you.


                                 B.S.
 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
B
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 Mar 2015 Evan Hayes
B
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I want you to
run your fingers
through my soul
and learn things
about me that
even I myself
don't know about.



B.S.
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