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labyrinth May 2014
my entire mind is a ghost
of the girl I miss the most
a beautiful face
to match a beautiful mind

but along the journey down
that smile, well, became a frown
and a beautiful girl
lost her beautiful mind

the world became much too bright
and happiness just never felt right
and a beautiful girl
lost her beautiful life
labyrinth Apr 2014
Sometimes it is 4am and I'm awake
relearning to breathe, calming my heart
because for once you saw me and smiled
and the reality, well it tears me apart

Sometimes it is 2pm and I'm anxious
heart pounding and hands shaking
because I know in twenty minutes
I have to seem perfect for the taking

Sometimes, it is 6pm and I'm thinking
whether I'm annoying or just weird
I just.. kinda hope sometimes for once
It wasn't just as I feared.
labyrinth Apr 2014
your peace, serenity
communicates to me
through my peripheral visions
feels like a game, sport
of an exhilarating sort
we keep this distance and smile
the mint, palmy green
of your eyes, I've seen
dreams of me buried within
the brief, subtle glance
bestowed upon me by chance
makes me miss the love I've never felt
people I'll never know
labyrinth Mar 2014
your voice wakes me with a start
when I'm alone at four a.m.
and I know
it isn't right
near you my heart trembles
my lips cease to know language
and I know
this isn't right
you see you're too tempting
and I should not be at all
but you are
just so breathtaking
but the way your voice sinks into
my dreams and my thoughts
is just so
amazing

and your eyes, oh
that magnificent, blinding kindness
that teasing sparkle
cute little freckles
sweet shy smiling eyes

but as they say,
the grass is greener on the other side
vents
labyrinth Mar 2014
if a drop overflows a cup,
it is because the glass is already full
if a look breaks a mirror
it is because the mirror is full of cracks
if love reaches a broken girl
it is because she is full of darkness

I see through cracked lenses
I am empty, no senses

there is no soul
behind these black eyes
I have but a cracked heart
and I'm scared the slightest
touch of another
could break the last thing
there is left of me
Letters to Noah
labyrinth Mar 2014
the forgotten walk alone
but they remember all,
the bent stop signs
and battered shopping mall

the hollow look in their eyes
says more than their condition
the soul's rooms are unkept
the emptiness blurs their vision

the forgotten know pain
they know sanity and lack of it
only experience can teach
burns result from something lit

bring together the forgotten
and they will only separate
for we act on experience
and it is much too late
days with chamomile tea
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