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I know you didn't mean it,
but it's just not fair..
The way you kiss my skin
when you're playing with my hair.
Finite fantastic
Plastic wrapped
Slapped
In my hand
Dancing dillies
Dallying home
For the surprise
So high
For such a low
Pillow
Sleeping
The sillies
Away
Predisposed
With which ring
To kiss
She limps
To her office
And sits
Watching the clock
Tic until toc
And shes off work
With a silly little smirk
She talks
On her phone
As shes walking
Home
So alone
So alone
Until now
Gripping her thighs
I slammed her into the wall
Her jaw locked open
Her lips pull for more
As i lift her up the wall
My teeth just above her bra
The flow warm
As it trickles to our awe
I took her
But didn't put her back
**** my ****
Tell me ****
To affirm my balance
Scrape your talons
Down my back
And act
Like you give a ****
It wont matter anyway
Standing on the brink

Perpetual leap of faith

Can't seem to take off
The keys moved deliberately,
Signing its goodbye in a final
Soaring chord.
Pulling the heartstrings that
Resonated deep inside,
Shivering at the slightest touch.
It closes its eyes and gives a last sigh,
Reminiscing of when Beethoven and Mozart
Brought it to life, giving it meaning to sing.
The stars trembled as each broken note
Joined the skies.  
The pedal pumps furiously, gasping
For air, a voice, a last
Word to the world.
The universe listens to the last struggling
Breaths, the dry sobs that put the
Melancholy rhythm of rain,
To the dying heart of an old creature that has lived
Too long.
Silence.
I'm only 12, but be as harsh and explicit as you find necessary, I don't mind. I just really need constructive criticism to build upon my work. Thank you.
Walking down the hallways
with her wrong fingers crossed.

Head down,
glasses crooked,
hair all tossed.
Fear of night
Dread of day
Dreams of solace
The only way

Clinching my fist
The Four Horsemen stare
Trapped in this Dungeon
Filled with despair
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