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Gibson Mar 2014
sudden emptiness resides in my chest
an abyss of confusion and regret
opens up inside of me
and I am left with an uncertainty
of what tomorrow holds

nothing but eternal silence
a phone call that won't be answered
a letter that won't be read
a conversation that never took place
a one way train to an unknown destination

even when stars die, their light is seen for thousands of years
I long to give you the time that you deserve
beautiful souls are more rare than precious gems
the hope that radiates from a tiny body
is stronger than the radiation that has damaged you
Gibson Mar 2014
Like my morning cup of green tea,
Once I let you steep
For a proper amount of time,
You are the refreshing routine
That wakes me up in the mornings
However, once I have let you absorb
The boiling emotions and hold in your steam,
You are the most bitter thing I've ever tasted.
And although, it's my fault, I still resent you for it
I'm sorry I did not properly love you
I'm sorry that I made you to be bitter
Gibson Feb 2014
he embodies religion
I remain an empty carcass
unsure
of what is ******* the ocean
out of my trembling heart
pour into me the hell I need
to burn every hesitation
and insecurity
that prevented me from
the nurturing
of a sacred garden
new colors flourished
breath taking, breath stealing
by a faerie radiating light
in a place
that I neglected until weeds intoxicated
the gateway to my inner peace
something as delicate as religion can not be neglected
a reckless soul cannot care for the fragile imbalance
of insecurities and affection
Gibson Sep 2013
He felt her presence everywhere
She watched his every move
But She was gone no more was She
His dark side disapproved

One half hated, much like herself
The other filled with glee
The two halves fighting all the time
And all because of She

His double-self entranced her thoughts
She clung to every word
The danger carried her away
Like songs from dying birds

He’s on his knees proposing love
She simply answers “yes”
The darkness is opposing it
It’s all a ****** mess

Her body lies on Winter’s floor
Observing from the sky
She left our world and can’t come back
Now all She does is fly

Blood flows gently on this cold morn
Other emotions flee
But love She had for half that man
The one that’s filled with glee

We’re all alone, the light and dark
The innocent with glee
Stuck with the man inside his head
For I am the carcass called She
Wrote this a few years ago. Still just as proud.

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