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Do you know how scared I am?
Do you know what looms?
Do you know the fear I have
For all the dark and gloom?
Do you know the knives and blades
Hidden in my room.?
Do you know the smell of fear.?
Do you know who holds you near?
Or is it all just dull and doom.
Do you know who loves you more?
Or are you so unsure...
That the thought is truely nothing new
Do you know who soothes my sleep?
And softly, kindly coos
" all the things i know so well
Are nothing  when
I'm with you"
I don't dance
Not to this tune.
I won't prance.
Not with this gloom
Two left feet drag like cement bags
Across the room
Old bags with scabs.
Scoweling laughter , certain of my doom
Broken knees like jack knifed trees
I'm threw
So I will pick up my bags.
Lace my cement shoes
And tell the old hags with their scowls
And their gloom

That still I dance.
Across the room
Don't be afraid
the man says in tears

Its perfectly normal
the doctor winces

You'll feel better in no time
*the therapist smirks
Has anyone realized
just how people are
when they're in love?
They're so engulfed
by the intensity of
their purest emotion
that their actions,
when done in love,
are aflame.

What sets people apart however,
is whether they continue
to burn on
or concede
and burn out.

*Keep burning on.
I've been feeling more alone lately
Its sad, that when we really need someone
Is when they are never there
What's the point
In trying
What's the point
In making an effort
With you
When you have "goals"
**** your stupid goals
They're not goals
They're just an excuse
**** it
*******
Without you
There's nothing
I have no one
I have no one to share
My everything with
No one to help me
Like you do
No one to protect me
Like you do
No one to talk to
No one to joke around with
Like you
**** it
I can't
He thought she would stay
but she was smoke
dancing from his cigarette
entangling herself in his lungs
he could not hold her
she left swiftly and softly
flitting away through his exhale
"I don't have the strength to give this a title, when I see him I will cry, and he will think it is because I have missed him,

And I have missed him every second he has been gone, but I have also hurt him, and he does not know"

Your words of truth & honesty, **** me as much as they heal me, thank you for what you revealed me, for being real to me.

I will cry when I see her too, love you boo.
Conejo - Would You Die For Me
Tis funny
Is it not?
How us mad poets can splurge one minute on how wonderful
Our life is,
And the next we canst wait to die!!!
Silly poets we are indeed!!
What a life!!

Its as if we're all a bunch of manic depressive bipolar's/******'s in one mad yet beautiful symphony!!!
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