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 Nov 2013 Neil T Weakley
Morgan
One day you'll hear a song
for the very first time
and it will fill you with nostalgia
You'll say it makes no sense at all
But you can hear it playing
in the background of your
entire life somehow

One day you'll meet someone
for the very first time
and you'll feel at home
You'll say it makes no sense at all
But you can see that smile
in every wrinkled picture on
the walls of your old bedroom

One day you'll wake up in a place
that you've been in for the past four years
And you'll feel lost
You'll say it makes no sense at all
But you just don't know if you belong
The song Trucker's Atlas by Modest Mouse inspired dis **** because that song sounded like it was part of my whole life the first time I ever heard it
 Nov 2013 Neil T Weakley
Lyn Senz
love loves to trick
to steal and to cheat
to stab deep and quick
to devour complete
to pull feel the click
I lie dead at love's feet
yeah love gets a kick
outta me

love loves to break
to shatter the will
to flatter an ache
to splatter its ****
a mad hatter to rake
all the pain it can till
yeah love loves to take
its fill


©2011 Lyn
I saw you from afar,
and loved you from a distance.
You kissed me like a secret prince,
compliments like glass slippers.  

But taken in the night,
I pressed myself too close.
You kissed me like a bandit,
stealing things away.

You held my eyes in yours,
I loved you even then.
You kissed me like a prisoner,
I grasped at shards of glass.
Words are not enough.
I talk and talk, they tumble out in heaps.
You toss them to the curb.
After all, why bother?
My words are not enough.
I hurl them at you blindly.
They graze your fingers as
you run them through your hair.
My desperate words are not enough.
You shake them to the dirt.
They’re meaningless, I guess.
I meant them to be more.
Sleep serves nothing but to haunt the mind
The black of your soul seeps out
And smothers all the light
Every fear swirls darkly
Every hope drowns in thickly tar
Breathing morbidity
As I lie here
Tiredness chokes me
As I succumb
I bite down ******* reality
Desperately afraid
The darkness of my soul
Won't let me go.

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