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Aug 2017
When I look into those eyes
It's like gazing at the night skies
No matter how hard my heart tries
It can't stop recalling your lies
You just smile when you feel pain
Trying to love, but what did you gain?
Is this all in vain?
What's in your brain?
How do you feel about me?
I'm like a bad simile
With my heart on a killing spree
Killing everyone that replaces me
I want to be the only one you love
Be the only raven you've seen change from a dove
When you see me, what do you think of?
I wanna fit your heart into my hands like a glove
The sound of your words
Is like the sound of birds
While they chirp their sweet music in thirds
Your "I love yous", stampede like herds
But I never listen to what you say
Because I remember the day
That you forced me on my knees to pray
Trying to mold my heart like clay
But in every way, you show violence
By writing me poems in silence
And trying to bring me diamonds
Figuring out what you said wasn't science
Your words came floating to me
Hand written so beautifully
At first it was hard to see
But something in the ocean kept shining at me
The bottle was lopsided and broken
With words that were once spoken
This was my only token
But it was sent with a kiss unspoken
That kiss was like a poison apple
Slapping me in the face like Snapple
I began to grapple
With the memories of your kiss in the chapel
I remember that day clearly
There you stood near me
With ears ready to hear me
But the words I said nearly
Killed all your hopes and dreams
As the words undid your seams
And left you naked, or so it seems
I somewhat felt bad for the streams
That rolled down your beautiful face
I know you thought of me as a disgrace
Because I put you in your place
The night you slapped me in the face
I fell to the ground like I slipped on grease
And you never did cease
To kick me as I yelled please!!!
Now I sit here alone
Like a dog without a bone
Or a melody without a tone
And as a king without a throne
I know you can understand
That those words you wrote with your hand
Travelled to me from a foreign land
And stayed in that broken bottle in the sand.
Marcos Estrada
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Marcos Estrada  29/M/Woodland
(29/M/Woodland)   
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