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midnight prague Dec 2010
the page turns
your moon is black
no light comes into the circumstance anymore
emotional heaviness, only to be left
felt
indifferent
midnight prague Dec 2010
my heart is no longer a heart
it is more like a coffin for all the emotions and memories
that I have suffocated and now lay resting silently
midnight prague Dec 2010
your syllables once sprouted butterflies in my womb
and now those same letters off a strangers tongue have
manifested the monsters growing in my pit
layers retreating back to the moment I layed eyes on you
layers that have fallen away
and are rotting on my doorstep
your smile
but I must say
that little smirk
that still makes me forfit the flesh in my body
if only that and not all the rest
shackled in old rusty chains
I beg to dismiss myself
yet I cling to stay
dip your hands into me
please
midnight prague Dec 2010
I was going to lean over instead
I ended up on my knees as I bled
I changed differant parts of me
because what was there people couldnt see
so I rather them not see any part
I hold my tongue, as I reach out for air
I closed my eyes, as I cut my hair
I swallowed my pride, and put out my despair
I ravaged around lost teenage soul
oh no at this time there was no control
my frontal lobes, but they havent developed
self destructive and corrupt
I left a trail behind me when I walked
to see a flower go from white
then die
is the most unappleaing thing on the human eye
midnight prague Dec 2010
its by growing through means
living by moderate extremes
anything to pass by that perluded meaning
drafted hung by my neck from the ceiling
intoxicated by your words
things phrases and voices, before you I have never heard

have you ever been inside fire before
scorned even when I open my eyes
to something called a new day
days are just blended into together
like watercolors
overlaping each other
sometime complimenting one another
and sometimes end up in a unorganized mess
yet we call it beautiful
but every painting has its own meaning
those that dont are never painted
midnight prague Dec 2010
leaves fall off the quivering branches
as we lay under them
the ground is moist and so are your lips
the smell of earth surrounds me
a cold wind passed
you hold me tighter and release your warmth onto me
over and over
your mind holds something your heart refuses to accept
but I know
the pain is growing although it is numbed
when it exposes itself, I will not know what to expect
just look me in the eye right now
walk away
and leave me
leave me
you dont even have to speak
I already know

leave me
midnight prague Dec 2010
I want to drip the respect I have for you from my
fingertips
all over your generous soul
I want to crave you like
the amour that rides deep in the morning tidal wave
with its salt that stings my eyes, and its
rapture that cleanses me whole
I have potentially been persecuted
by so many theives who trespassed my mind
and tried to steal me

they tried to take me from me
and leave me with nothing
give me something I could only touch
nothing my heart could feed off of and play with

and now I dance with the emotions
that invoke your tender thoughts
I press my smile against yours
I smell you
I tangle myself in your fingers and sway
my shoulders to the winds of your
relieving sighs
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