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Forgive me for not falling in love once
Forgive me for not keeping a promise
Forgive me for using you for my own defense
Forgive me for selling you to my own pleasure
Forgive me for all the broken hearts
Forgive me for my manipulation
Forgive me for pricing you
Forgive me my words
Forgive me my letters
I fear joy when it to the extreme
I fear wings when they flutter
I fear the lose of control
I fear the fade of desire
You are the slave of my mind
And I'm a slave of yours
A distant shrill of
Grinding gears
Sends chills throughout
The twentieth century's
Siren song.

The suited men
With crooked smirks
File in line to be
The first to eat
From concrete ****.

They tear
And they tear
And they tear
Clawing at nature's green
Humming as droning bees
Waking birds from their falling trees
They will be the first to eat.

Stripped lies mother earth
In a ****** heap
The end will be digitized

I've begun to blink
My vision falling into place
I've begun to think
These vultures defiled ancient peace

How can I?
How can they?
How can we?

My newly
Formed
Vision
Walks in
The sight
The plane of life
Betrayed by
It's own creation.

Humans are the plague.
Inspired by Between The Buried And Me
Hello I missed you my dove
From your perch up above
I can never reach you
So your feathers turn blue
But they still shine so bright
When I wish you goodnight
But you're so far away
Carry on day by...

Hey is that you on my phone?
I've had too much Patrone
Words they slur I can't think
Why'd you show me this...?

Hey **** that noise get the boys
Lock your load **** your toys
Silhouettes every night
Make them stop with a...

Broken like rides at the fair
My tongue spits out your hair
Portraits move on the wall
Come to life watch your...

Sorry no promise I catch
All the worries you sketch
In the back of your head
1,000 years you'll be...

"Down with my boat" captain wrote
Water rose to his throat
From the window to wall
Ah ***** ***** *******...

Bawl as they crawl to their tomb
In the woods where we spoon
And when I hug your back
We can fly by the moon
My eyes burn
They do every time
I cry
I cried multiple times
Trying to be happy
I hate doing this
Especially on your birthday
For that I say
I'm sorry
 Jun 2014 Nadia DeLevea
Liv Smail
We all have the pressure from friends,
they are what create the bends.
The twists and turns of life,
which at some point come back at us as a knife.
We will feel the love of them,
but then they will condemn.
Say it is just growth in a different direction,
when they have really lost there affection.
There is nothing to stop these sorrows,
but to wait for another heart to borrow.
nothing to cry about

nothing to die about

don't pick up the ******* knife
 Jun 2014 Nadia DeLevea
Null
You know what they say,
Drunk thoughts are sober words
And as I sip from my cup
you're all I can fathom.
I might not be sober at mind but I've done some thinking, will you be mine.
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