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May 2016 · 404
No Real Title Yet
Leo Renee May 2016
The tip of my cigarette
A firefly in my dark room
I saw you over the edge
Face full of color
Eyes full of energy
You wave me over
I feel the waters begin to rise in my throat
You're drowing me in your good looks
The feel of your fingertips zaps me
To my core like an electric shock
You're so bad for me yet so intoxicating
Its infuriating how beautiful you are
Like the feeling of warmth
On a mid summers day
Yet you make me feel numb
Like im ice cold
I can't breath around you
Your eyes drowning me in feelings
Feelings that are entirely sinful
The tip of my cigarette
A beacon to you.
Im still bad at poetry wow. R.I.P me
Apr 2016 · 264
Locked Away
Leo Renee Apr 2016
The closed off closet
a dark , empty hole
that screams
DO NOT ENTER
My brain obeys
from the cracks in the walls
and under the door
thoughts and feelings gush
burning and hurting
spewing out regret
Words carved into the floor
into my heart
Holes in the wall
anger and rage
I can not obey for long
hand on the doorknob
Door creaking open
to share what's inside
An uneventful evening
leading to demise

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