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mia Aug 2013
2AM
2AM, where do I begin?
Can't get you off my mind again.

How do you continiously do that?
You're incredibly perfect.
You were broken and so we sat,
We talked about how you were worth it.

You told me I was your rock,
I fixed you... Now I think about you.
You were a like broken clock,
Stuck on the time I'm always up in the morning, two.

It was like I was a rock on the beach,
And once you were whole again, you threw me in the sea.
But because to you I didn't preach,
I sunk amongst the waves, one, two, three...

And little is what you knew,
That I needed my rock too.
My rock was you,
But you found somebody new.
mia Aug 2013
A cultural giant
Though his life was short
Full of talent
His work never caught
The eye of the public
Anybody who understood
Because he was indeed
Misunderstood
It wasn't just talent
Or love or art
It was emotion and passion
From his beating heart
He was an artist
With a burning desire
Hardly lived just loved
His own works melted in fire
Artist
Passion
Art
Desire
mia Aug 2013
Your timid words
Escaped your plump lips
"I love you, Cady"
You were desperate for a kiss

I have these guys
Falling for my love
But when you finally get it
You send it off like a dove

You took those words
Which escaped my pumping heart
"I love you too"
You threw them away
Like a childs art

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