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" So what color are my eyes?"
they are the color of mine,
Ah yes, but a blue lake reflects my green pines,
"So whats my name?"
a name unworthy,
if not with ****** planet same,
unreachable for all who fain.
taking away the breaths
of all who came.
" So what do you do?"
I do what I did,
no longer, now that I met you.
" Smooth, so whats in my drink?"
Goddesses drink ambrosia I think,
and snapping to attention,
with a 'clink',
is eternal ice serving as your heat sink.
" Such words, sharp as your jawline."
And that is why your beauty I decline,
"Oh"
If you have me you will no longer be divine.
 Oct 2012 Lily Mills
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 Oct 2012 Lily Mills
ck
Today I found out that I am alone.
No one to turn to,
and no where to call home.
You took my innocence
You took my sense of safety
You took my ability to trust
You changed my feelings on intimacy

But you gave me much more
You gave me awareness
You gave me caution
You gave me a blazing fire

A fire that burns inside
A fire to fight with
You had absolutely no idea
How much stronger I would be

You took my sense of safety
My ability to trust
But you gave me even more
A am forever a fighter
 Oct 2012 Lily Mills
Hyue X
In this fantasy world of ours
You may be the dark
But I am the light
That's the only connection we have

Always fighting with each other
Knowing that we both love one another
We still fight in this meaningless battle

We love each other so much that it hurts us
So I will be the one to carry our burden
I'll take that darkness of yours
And combine both light and dark

If I disappear from this world
I want to let you know how I feel
And that I'm yours and only yours alone

"Be happy for who you are
Find your path to walk
And I'll be there with you
Because we are two souls bound to the same body"

If you cry, I'll wipe them for you
If you are hurt, I'll take that pain away
If you are sad, I'll make you happy
And if you fall, I'll pick you back up over and over again
Take one more drag
of your "last" cigarette

it wasn't too long ago
that you had your first

it seems like an eternity
you disappeared and came back again
traded in your old bad habits
for new ones

constantly making choices
between evils

maybe just one more
the smoke
                   tastes like bile
 Oct 2012 Lily Mills
Emma
these, these,
                                                                                                                      knock
this stranger's words on my screen
                                                                                                                       knock
reminding me of me
                                                                                                                        knock

In my stomach, a sinking
                                                                                                                                         slow
In my chest heavy. Shoulders
                                                                                                                           solid
want to crunch into each other
                                                                                        want to erase
Helpless sad
                                                                                                                   pain from
leans bone into back
                                                                                            your words
back-bent behind birds and beeches
                                                                                                             I found
Dreaming for seasons, I
                                                                                                              the sun
miss the sun
                                                                                          speak
silent
                                                                                       please
miss the days I numbed myself while it was cloudy
                                                                                                   I'll drown
even with a good chance of clearing up before noon, I
                                                                                                          in your words
don't remember any of them
                                                                                   remembering
The flavor of my thoughts
                                                                                       not
was lost



What do you say to the corpse that is lying in your grave?
                                                                                                                            caustic
You learn to accept that you're still here.
                                                                                                                              golden
You look yourself in the mirror and decide each day that you'll
                                                                                                                  stay      constant
shake love out of your living limbs
                                                                                            sorrow
into the earth
                                                                                      love
with each step.
                                                                                                is like
Step.
                                                                                                                   DANCING
You become grateful for the beat.
                                                                                                                move with me
Beat.
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