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Patrice Diaz Dec 2014
Skin as white as snow
Her heart, ice cold
Everyone looked at her in fear
She decided that she couldn’t stay here

Like the wind,
She fled
In the blizzard,
She disappeared

Everything she saw;
Everything she touched
Froze in its place
Glowed as she stayed

Each creation, different each time
Not one in itself was the same
All her creations were just like her:
A snowflake: just as unique.
Patrice Diaz Dec 2014
You told me, told me that
This was never the answer
This was never a choice
It wasn't a choice

But when the dark comes to life
And you're nowhere to be seen
The world stops for a moment
And my heart skips a beat

Just one motion
The blood will drip
The tears will fall
You'd say that I'd want to do it more

The thoughts run through my mind
Wonder makes its way to my brain
But there's that one feeling
That helps to take away the pain

Just one motion
The blood will drip
The tears will fall
You'd say that I'd want to do it more

But that constant feeling
One that I am thankful for
Discourages me
It discourages me

Just one motion
The blood will drip
The tears will fall
You'd say that I'd want to do it more

But that emotion
Helps me through it all
That emotion
Makes me put it down

It makes me put it down.
  Nov 2014 Patrice Diaz
Sydney Ann
Did you know
That I'd like a chance
Because scary as it sounds
I already love you
Did you know that?
Patrice Diaz Nov 2014
a photograph of you
i took it in my hands
the crinkle of your eyes
your crooked smile

every line;
every aspect of you
i deemed for them to be --
absolutely perfect

your orbs shone
you heart showed
how?
it was the way you laughed

*you are perfect to me
Patrice Diaz Nov 2014
I stuck it down my throat
I wanted to feel good about myself
But I didn't
I just felt worse

I thought that resulting to these things..
I thought it would work
But it didn't
It just made me feel worse

everything makes me feel worse

i don't know what to do

help

help

he---
Patrice Diaz Nov 2014
"Where am I?"
A voice said
Little did I know
That voice was mine

"Where am I?"
It questioned
It was scared
My voice no longer knew

The voice I had
Once told me that everything was okay
It had told me that I
I was going to be okay

Now it asks
"Where am I?"
Because it no longer knows who I am
The voice is lost

It thinks
It thinks that I am another
One that is totally,
Incredibly new

And I am afraid
For I know
This voice inside my head
Knows exactly what it is asking

This voice is right.
Patrice Diaz Nov 2014
And the stars refuse to shine
If you refuse to stay
Right beside them,
With all your beauty and light.
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