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I am a leaf; for even I--- have fallen for you.
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
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I didn't expect it happen fast.
Or at all
considering my past.
What I hoped for though
was more than this.
Something you mentioned to me
after a kiss.
The thing is you have been in love with someone.
As have I.
And now it ends.
Unattainable love is real to most people. Putting it aside to try to find attainable love with someone else is sometimes very hard.
They creep
And crawl
Up and down my walls
Skittering from the light
Embracing my shadow
They sit suspended in a dark corner
But oh
Such a pretty sight
Keeps me company
In all hours of each day
Shifting in and out of my focus
But is transparent to the world
My little thoughts
With all of their branches
Reaching and snagging my entirety
But oh
How they tempt me so
Because they know which one is
My most charished, worn down, set in
I hold it in the locker of my mind
It's safe
Even from you
Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.
My nandos bone
my sweet chocolate,
when I think of you
my heart goes jigijigi like a rail way line,
my slavit, you always put a smile on my face,
my fishy bone,
my sourish munch munch chocolate,
you make me whole each time I look at you,
and aah my deep voice will go singing,
'cause this undying kush kush love
is now not fading,

My sweet honey bee,
you buzz without being stingy,
oh my kush kush babe,
'ME LA VIEW' so well,
from the botox of my heart,
oh my KFC bone,
you are tasty by smile,
I love you so quickly.

My dove,
oh my sweety sour smoothies
I love you so tree much,
that my breathe gets taken away,
but my heart await your touch.
My kush kush babe,
Me la view till death comes.
I wrote this poem on a crazy day like today, to my crazy beloved babe. wherever he is I just hope he knows how crazy I am for him.
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
Tate
Maybe I liked it because the smoke stinging in my lungs covered up the sting in my heart from you
Or maybe I just liked the way it looked in between my fingers.
I could only smoke half before it made me nauseous
I put it out but I still kept you tightly pursed between my lips.
I told myself to not to do it anymore
But there's this voice inside my head
Telling that I should do it
Because I deserve it

There's a fight in my head
Battling if I should do it
Thinking that It's a sin
And thinking that somebody cares

But the other voice was powerful
Dreadful flashbacks started to play
The memories of being useless occupied my mind

Months ago I thought that I was okay
But now the feeling is back
The feeling of being eaten by the darkness and the feeling of being down

The depressing thoughts was the only thing that's in my head
All the words are replaying,
making me do it.

I'm sorry but I know it,
I know that I deserve the pain


- r.m // 10:21 AM
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