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Francesca Jun 2014
Draw me the path that leads back to you.
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Francesca Jun 2014
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People come and go.
And we let them in with all our heart
just to find out soon enough they're
never
coming
back.
love,goodbye,alone,
Francesca Jul 2014
I wish I could writ e
                                 and wri t e
                                          and wr i t e
                                                         and w r i t e
until nothing is left unsaid.
Francesca Mar 2015
No one knows and no one must.
I keep my secret all locked up.
Oh my! What if they knew?
All I ever did, it was for  *y o u
Francesca Jul 2014
Friday, 12:32am
I don't understand the reason you left me. You didn't even try. You gave up on us. And that's something I'll never forgive.
seen

Sunday, 1:04am
I can't even describe my hate for you. I loathe every inch of my body that you touched. I wish I never met you.
unsent

Wednesday, 3:00am
I  can't do this anymore.. I need you. I miss you...
unsent

Friday, 12:01am*
I really hope you think of me when you **** her.
seen
you never deserved me ****.
Francesca Jun 2014
l o v e*
as you like to call it ,
is nothing more than our selfish need to fight our loneliness.

We are all just winners in a losing game.
Francesca Aug 2014
It's the love that has no end.
It's the love that has no past.
And the feelings that consume my whole body as I'm writing these words...
If that's not poetry, then I don't know what is.
Francesca Jun 2014
I'm wanted in the most unromantical way.
Francesca Sep 2014
Every night I leave this place and every morning I open my eyes to the same sky.
Francesca Jun 2014
she was left , half dead , and a word was struggling to get out of her lips.

*w h y ?
Francesca Jun 2015
And when you touch me I feel so sad and happy at the same time because I want to enjoy and cherish this moment forever but I know we're only seconds away before its in the past.
I always want more.
I crave more.
You are a thunderstorm and all I get is few drops of water.
Please,I beg you, rain on me.
Francesca Jun 2014
I saw their veins all ripped apart
from needles filled with
so much dirt
it could squeeze the life out of them.

They begged and suffered.
They died and lived for a while.

There was blood everywhere.

You'd think they didn't even have a chance. Did they?
Francesca Jul 2014
stop ruining love by trying to make it last forever.
Enjoy it while you have it.
Francesca Mar 2015
If you must know , I'm embarrassed of what I did.

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