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Morgan May 2013
This is the story of Bo,
A guy like this you may know.
He had a smile that lit the whole room,
And mind that brought him to his tomb.
Bound with fortune and looks,
He met a girl and his heart she took.

She was filled with darkness, but radiated light.
Two of a kind, they could talk all night.
She made him feel like he belonged,
And he'd sing her all his favorite songs.
Before they knew it, they had fell,
Leaving the rest of the world, awol.

He didn't want to break her,
And said goodbye in a blur.
And so he began his player ways,
The weeks going by in a daze
Having lost her trust,
She fell again, but in lust.
Bo saw her with him,  
And had a sudden whim.

She told him she was happy,
That there was no need to be sappy.
And so he tried but never won her back,
She, trying to mend her cracks.

His heart was about to bust,
So on the 31st of August,
It was himself he hung,
As she sat, remembering the songs he sung.
Morgan May 2013
Sleep..
Sleep now darling.
Shut the blinds,
Close your eyes.
Take a breath.
And run away,
Seeking pure silence,
And it's beautiful abyss.

A pill, a smile.
Two more a laugh.
Three more and the darkness comes
Footsteps tumble towards your door,
You're keeping the world out for sure.
The screaming fades..

And in your dreams you dance
From New York to Paris,France
You are finally content
Away from the world
I don't really know what to say about this one.
Morgan May 2013
You're alive*.
Feel the music flow,life's so high.
It's been a while since you've smiled
Good friends, better times,
And the stars flung across the sky.
Dark defeats day,
But the small bundle of light will stay,
At least for the night.
Lean your head back and smile,
Close your eyes and remember this moment,
Soak it in and do something crazy.
Tell a secret, just let go.
Shake on it with your lips.
Tingling as you ride back home,
Wide awake, staring at the ceiling,
And in that moment,
The monsters in your mind
Aren't in your head, just the softness of lips,
The beat of the bass,
And the great escape.

~M
Morgan Apr 2013
She was cold. Heartaches can do that to the soul.
He was bored. He wanted to get in her heart of gold.
She saw something good in the no-good boy's eyes,
Their blue reminded her of summer days,
and that filled her with warmth.
He wrapped his arms around her and filled her with lies,
Beautiful, perfect, washed out lies.
And for once, she trusted.
And from then on, she fell into in the depths.
Once he had won her heart,
Appearing cracked and scarred,
He took a step back, and left her in the cold.
The boy with the ocean eyes,
Couldn't see her heart of gold.

— The End —