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Lark Train May 2016
Another Thermopylae to defend.
Our love's a battle we can't win.
And so I'll die a Spartan's death,
You'll leave me with out any breath.
Lark Train May 2016
To see you when the fires stop burning,
To see you when it is done.
The city we raised and razed together,
The world which won't stop turning.

Defeat is vicious to your mind
Intellect cannot stand
To see the paper cities burn,
To see your dreams and mine.

I sit here at my brother's stone
Beneath which he doth rest.
I fiddled upon our rooftops
While the Visigoths sacked Rome.
Ancient History
Lark Train May 2016
Fire rising in my cheeks
Fanned by insignificance
The work I do is never known
Since I'm not on stage to dance.
I didn't choose the tech life.

The tech life choose me
Lark Train May 2016
So fake, he needs to put makeup on all three of his faces.
So fake, my brother dressed as him for Halloween.
So fake, even street vendors refuse to sell him.
So fake, Disney wants to make a movie about him.
So fake, his biography would be in young adult fiction.
So fake, he can't even define truth.

I
Am
Real.
I hear what everyone says behind my back.
I hear it, and it hurts.
Lark Train May 2016
Goodnight, my Princess.
Goodnight, my every hue.
Goodnight, my moon and stars above.
Goodnight, my darling, true.

Goodnight, my universe,
My everything and more.
Goodnight, my trusted faithful,
And hark to hear the score.

Goodnight, my Beautiful,
And trust my words are true
For lest the sun rise suddenly,
I'll start to write of you.

Goodnight, my single Only,
For it is to you whom I have swore
Never to lie, never to cheat,
Never to late return.

Goodnight, my dearest sunshine,
'Till dawn shall bring us to,
And dream of me, my Princess,
As I shall dream of you.
Goodnight Beau
Lark Train May 2016
I used to send you goodnight poems,
Each and every night.
And you would post them on Snapchat,
To serve as a nightlight.
But now you have forsaken me,
I cry my life away.
I miss and hate and still love you,
Though you threw me away.
Sorry for a ton of my recent poems being really depressing; I've been in a sort of slump for the past few days.
Lark Train May 2016
To sit. In tears.
Alone.
The one who used to wipe my tears
Was there. With him.
With them.

But I.
Would spend.
Prom night. At home.

No one asked.
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