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Why
Why would I walk alone
Why would I walk on my own
Why would I listen to you
Someone who knows nothing,
That much is true.

Why would I breath the air
Why would I not seem to care.
Why would I get on the bus
When there are people
That make a fuss.

Why should I walk alone.
Why should I walk on my own
Why should I listen to you
Everything you say
I know is true.

Why should I breath the air
why should I even care
Why should I get on the bus
Who cares if people make a fuss.

Why….because I have too that's why.
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 Mar 2017 GABRIELLE
Addy Rose
You can Bottle your feelings all you want,
But one day the Bottle is going to shatter and you are going to be left with the shards
This has happened to me too many times.
 Mar 2017 GABRIELLE
Nathan
From a writers pen
Honest blood bleeds
Filled with desires and stories
Heartache... needs
 Mar 2017 GABRIELLE
DC raw love
In the land of love and hurt
Life holds no reason for what we gain

The love of hurt
The hurt of love

They come in a pair
So please beware

We hurt the ones we love
We love the ones we hurt

We execute our hurt for love
yet
Surrender our love for hurt

We try to sweep our hurt under the door
yet
We let our love fall between the cracks
You were
every song I've kept on repeat
while on long drives

You were
the story I told when I taught
people, true love never dies

You were
the sun behind the rain cloud
outside you'd watch me dance

You were
my waking thoughts, night time
nostalgia, and happily ever after trance

You were
my favourite pair of shoes
*but one day you wouldn't fit


You became
the chair yanked beneath me
when I went to sit


When your song plays on the radio
I have to change the station


Your story's no longer about love;
but the consequence of temptation


You used to be the sun
you're not even the rain
you've become no more than
Arthritis pain


The memory, a living nightmare
your words, a sharp scream
this hurt that will forever haunt me
all started with



*
A dream
 Dec 2016 GABRIELLE
Sanjukta Nag
Pillow is pampering the softness
Of your left cheek,
While the right one is revealed
Towards the cold of night.
A smile, so pink like a lustful rose
Rolling down from creases of your lips.
But the wonder lies inside
Your honey eyes of fascination,
Where bright blue constellation of dreams
Is built like a castle of light,
That shimmers only
With the blushful touch of love.
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