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Mae Walker Oct 2014
warm summer nights and ****** lips
He's got blue veins that run down to his wrists
I heard about a heaven up in the sky
A place away from here that's clean and kind
But no one told me that love could be so divine
With a boy that has a devil in his mind
Mae Walker Apr 2014
Running through the forest,
Was she being chased?
The path becomes more narrow,
The tress forbade any escape.
What was she looking for
In the dark realms of the wood?
Why did she believe that she could find love in the unforgiving forest?
That, my friend, is something I've truly never understood
Mae Walker Apr 2014
Sometimes I want to tell the people around me to shut the **** up
So that I can listen to the voices in my head
But sometimes I'd like to tell the voices in my head to shut the **** up too
And simply enjoy the silence instead
Mae Walker Apr 2014
As you smile sweetly
And urge me to give in
I can't help but notice that you've done this before
As you touch my trembling skin  
I quickly realize that I hate you
But this makes me hate myself too
Because hating someone
Is the one thing I promised myself I'd never do
  Apr 2014 Mae Walker
Michael Pick
Maybe medication is the answer for me
I'm sure I'd like it a lot more
If you shoved pills down my throat daily
Than all of the words you put in my mouth
Mae Walker Apr 2014
We all stand up to our enemies
And fight for one another
So why is it then, that when the rain falls,
We all run for cover?
Are you scared of what it will reveal
Will the water leave a bitter taste?
Not afraid to die
But afraid of letting water fall on your face
Me, I welcome the rain
And let my self become undone
As the rain falls
The smell of the sky fills my lungs
So next time it rains and you don't know what to do,
Just remember
That maybe just maybe
The rain is more afraid of you
A short-lived life falling from a cloud
Only to succumb to nothing
As it reaches the ground
Mae Walker Apr 2014
When I die, will you sprinkle my ashes over the eighties?
Maybe I'll come back as a newborn L.A. baby
Some say you do it for the attention
But God knows there's no pretty boys in heaven
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