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  Jan 2019 D A W N
Lone Chimney Sweep
He's viciously attractive
So I religiously ignore his backwards way of seeing things
And fall into his arms day after night
As if the floor itself inclined to the left and I could do nothing but slip closer and closer to his place
Where he'd always be waiting for me
With a warm arm open and a cigar between his lips
D A W N Dec 2018
as you went home,
the faint scent of your
perfume
wafted around the room.
waiting,
hoping i would notice
the remnants you left
in hopes
that the entrails
of memories  of you
would keep me company
through the night.
people with great taste in perfume are a kink
  Dec 2018 D A W N
Gabriel
From the pearls in the sea
to the moon that lights the dark
I GAVE HER EVERYTHING  

"*******!" I cursed the world
my throat have never been this sore
my feet felt sober
from all the drunk steps I took
JUST TO GET CLOSER TO YOU

MY VISION MIGHT BE BLURRY
BUT I LOVED YOU STRAIGHT
In my eyes I saw heaven
in your arms i felt home
I longed for a short moment with you

GUESS THIS IS CALLED A LOVESICK BLUES
heh
  Dec 2018 D A W N
Gabriel
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
D A W N Dec 2018
and so i gave cupid back the arrow.
your kisses were cold.
D A W N Dec 2018
and even from a distance,
you were admired.
you were beautiful.
   SO BEAUTIFUL
to the extent
that
you’d make the
world
stop and stare.
basking in the scene
infront of me, my heart said:
“lucky is the man who caught her heart”
D A W N Dec 2018
Of true friends will ever be,
that word will always remain
          a mystery.
And all the countless
moments and memories
turned into such useless
             reveries
of a girl who likes to
               think
            foolishly.
i love writing in lower caps
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