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I dreamt about you again, wearing your Black tie.
Why can't you get out of my brain
I can hear your voice in the rain
You are the Phantom that passes by
Leave your world and come by
I feel potential love, let it die, bad guy
Before you quench my heart to ash..
your love will never last.
You were a treat for my soul until It was 1:30 and you left me crying.
She's open like a 9 till 5 store, night
shift worker short skirt cleavage
enhancing bra, making it look like
she has more than she has got. She
can offer you different services, its
just how much paper you have in
your wallet to what you get and see.

She smiles, does the deed she'll
swallow for extra, but she asks are
you clean? She smiles when finishes
licks the last bit off her mouth, she
gets out and again walks the street
to find the next drive by wallet, that
wants some late night fun.

She smiles when she sees you but
under that smile is disgust, a job not
wanted not wrote on her next CV. A
single mother with no job, a friend
looks after the baby, a job not wanted
she throws up after every meet.

The world is not what you think, some
do this 9 to 5 job not because they like
it, but to pay bills to put food on the
plate. Because no one is going to help,
the father ran out and left her with
the baby. She is strong for her little one
and does this so she can care for her
baby. hoping that one day she'll
not need to walk the streets.
People don't do thinks because they want to only because they have to..
To strive to know the heart of one so pure,
To contemplate the fate of one so young;
With heavy hearts, uncertain and unsure,
We honor thee and praise thee with our song;
To stand alone, amongst the enemy,
To take a stand, and stare them in the face;
With courage in your heart, to let them see
That you alone can walk within God's grace;
To burn and burn and thrice to burn again,
To turn the skin, and flesh, and bone to ash;
Discarding all remains unto the Seine,
The stains upon their souls will never wash;
        Old men of cloth, long deaf to voices sainted;
        Her name condemns your black-hearts ever tainted.
In memory of Joan of Arc, murdered 30th May 1431.
I shall never admit
that all of my breaths
and heartbeats
are meant
only for you

I shall never admit
that all of my stars
and galaxies
I've saved
only for you

I shall never admit
that I've spent sleepless nights
leaving my whispers and tears
on my pillow
only for you

I shall never admit
that I was often speechless
while my knees, so restless,
buckled
only for you

I shall never admit
that for days I dreamed awake
and countless verses
I made
only for you

I shall never admit
that I will write, eternally
that this heart will bleed, internally
hopelessly
only for you
*my love
And I shall never admit any of these things, especially not to you.
kiss me gently
like you did that night

kiss me softly
and make everything right

help me remember what it felt like

i want to feel that spark
i want electricity running through my heart

your kisses left me speechless
dead in the night
like a hopeful girl thinking it would last

i miss your soft caress
your tender touch

i miss your heavenly gaze
perched onto my face
your eyes pierced my heart
and i have never felt the same

kiss me gently
make me forget the ending

kiss me softly
get my heart starting
You see that man who is hollow?
Well he is drowned by his sorrow
The wounds he carry won't heal
Because of love that he used to feel
He wanted all of the things to end
Those precious moments in time
He just needs to finish off the pain
He wished for a hint or just a sign
To help him avoid from the hurt
Now he is drowned by his sorrow
He wished for death and no tomorrow
#Depressed #Heartbroken
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