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Jan 2015 · 468
2:04 am
mona it Jan 2015
It's 2:04 am and all i can think about is you.
it's 2:04 am and all i am is numb.
They say cigarettes rotten your lungs
little do they know love rottens your soul
breaks you into pieces
releases the words, "I'm fine." out of your mouth while all you want to do is scream out the pain love has caused you.
I keep thinking about the day you listed the things you love about me
over a screen.
My friends told me to be careful about things people tell you over a screen
they told me, "People throw on different faces over a screen but their eyes can tell the truth."
And I ignored and continued to believe the words you sent over that screen.
And when it all fell down to pieces, all I thought about were the 2:04 am conversations.
Jan 2015 · 357
The Blue in His Eyes
mona it Jan 2015
It drives me crazy how the world could be so oblivious
of the flaws that are scattered all around continents
or maybe just the blue in his eyes.
Excuse me for this ****** poem
for I have no idea how these go
all i know is  i have a giant rock on my chest
and i have no where else to let it rest
except for the blue in his eyes which i cannot but get lost in
they get me thinking about all the good the world has to offer
they make me forget about the flaws
but flaws aren't so bad
afterall they're proof nothing's perfect
just like this poem
just like him.

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