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The smooth sound of jazz always makes me swoon
Makes me smile and move
That sound
Is almost as irresistible as your voice

With the beat my feet move
With your hands my hips sway
I can still hear you whisper in my ear,
The sound of heart strings in the back ground

The light feeling of your kisses on my neck
I can feel the smile on your lips
As you tell me you don't dance and
I smile and tell you that you don't have a choice

Lets save that moment forever
Put it in a box and every now and again
Take it out and admire how simple it was with
The smooth sound of jazz always making me swoon

....Or could it be your touch
Not very refined. Feed back welcome.
I paint my nails perfect
never a chip to be seen
and my makeup is always nice
Not even a single smuge
I always smile
and say hello
I wear nice clothes
and have such cute shoes
but inside
if you look deeper
You will see not the pretty outside
but the ugly inside
The rage that boils
Hate festers
Revenge is something to look forward to
When you are spread out on the couch
Like you always are
I will slip the blade
Into its home
and smile while the blood runs free
Neve again will you hit me
or yell at me
or insult me
or humilate me
My my how the tables have turned
When its your blood on my hands instead of my own
And no one will cry
because all you did was destroy
so may you always
Rest In Hell.
A tad bit dark but sometimes that man makes me mad enough to ****.
Death is such a crazy thing
3 uncles so far
the kiss of death
comes unexpected,
Alone and crying
in my room with bottle in hand

Death always takes the family
but never me
no matter how much
I scream and sob
I'm always ignored

Banging my fists on the wall
sloshing my whiskey
Tear streaked cheeks
Alone with my fears

Slashing my wrists, watching
My blood drip
and silently pray
"Maybe God will take me next."
My uncle just past away, feed back welcome
Sitting, staring at the wall
days go by,
minutes fly
but still this memory
plays over and over in my head
making my heart beat faster
and my throat close up
My hands start to sweat
and my eyes flutter closed
my breathing picks up
and i scream

Scream from the pain
scream to forget
I pull at my hair and
punch the wall
Until i just stop

So tired from the effort and the tears
I slowly lay my head
on the pillow and
fall into a fitful sleep
Feed back welcome
Feel the guitar
Pulse through your body
The rhythm that makes
You tap your feet
The       S
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Sound of the bass is the back
Making you close your eyes and sway
The calm that music makes us feel
When we can count on nothing
But the nice slow thump
of the drums
"Heal" is a fake word
Means nothing to me
I will not heal from my fathers fingers
and violation
I will not heal from the sharp needle
Mama pushed into my arm
I will not heal from the words
Grandpa yells at me
I will not heal from the cuts i inflict on myself
The scars will always be there
They will not go away

Heal is an ugly word
Fake and full of false hope
You will not heal child
You will learn to deal with the things given to you
With the problems and sorrows
You will grow up
You will move on
but you will not heal.
Standing on the bridge
Looking down at the peaceful water
I wonder what it would feel like to free fall
The water filling my lungs
Infused in my hair
I raise my arms to the sides of me
I close my eyes
Down I fall

The water surrounds me
Enveloping me
Swirls through my fingers
Caresses me like a lover

But the water turns cold
Choking, coughing
Trying to swim to the surface
Clawing at the water
I need to breathe
I panic and freeze screaming for help

Just as i go over the damm
Peace cocoons me once again
I stop the fight and give in
Taking one last gulp of water
For Jenny~ suicide is an ugly thing
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