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Nov 2015
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I think I've found a rose

Think I should burn it soon

Think the stems arose

      off the ground, where I  put it down

The darkness seems overwhelming

Yet your heart seems welcoming

Take me with you

 to your home

Lip-locked fools, knocking over all the stools

Sitting on a bench

No we're not friends, so lets not pretend




Eyes like ice

Hands like sandpaper

  it's heated up, yet still cold to the touch

I think your hair is on fire

Guess I should put away this lighter, for my cigarettes

But that's just its color

Now I won't forget




The only way for me to get high is to stare at you all night 

Staring until my iris melts, until my pupils burn

Don't just fold your lips

Super pink petals

It's bleeding now

I bit it too hard 




Her voice calls the night

Wind's her appetite 

Joy is what she is

She's my therapist




I need to learn a lot from her

But I'm her depressing thoughts

My mouth ****** bullets

Yes, we're magnets

Positives and negatives

I've learned a lot from it




She is apple blossom

I am arsenic

Well apple and poison seems to go well, doesn't it?

People stare and laugh 

But I love the sound of their screams

When I rip what life is left at the seams




This one love is gold

Together, lets grow old.
Kendra Wilson
Written by
Kendra Wilson  New York
(New York)   
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