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Jun 2016
The burn upon your back
Oh, I remember it well
The shriek passed through your lips
The awful, gastly smell

Why I ever put it there
That I do not know
Far too gone my mind was
I should not have let go

His words were dipped in honey
His smile captivatingly sharp
He kept the knowledge which I craved
He snuck into my heart

He drove my thoughts of you away
Seduced me with his charm
I danced his tune
Performed his art
Made his puppet
Played the part

How I wish for nights turned back
How I want for only their change
For if dreams could turn reality
This path would not lead to shame

Alas, the Guilty cannot rise to fame
The Bitter cannot hide from pain
We all work to beat this game
None are blameless in this quest for change

Yet minds still sharp and full of wit
Will rise against the hellish pit
Can bring an end to it all
Stop gods and masters standing tall
Fight against the rising tide
Prove that we are still alive

Have His plans brought to the grave
Take home back and save the day
For whether you're safe or whether your not
You won't allow our friends to rot

Don't show me why I love you still
Don't make this burning pain too real

Never to think of what you lost
While we weep for what it cost
Should have been me to take the blame
But then, you and I are just the same
Ah yes, I still write poetry. I almost forgot, haha. I was blindsided by Ford (Gravity Falls) feels while in the middle of watching Dead Poets Society, so yeah.
Emily
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Emily  21/Genderqueer/United States
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