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Mar 2014
Sing those loving melodies.
Lull me back to sleep.
Where sweet dreams will kiss my brain  
and their rhythm will rock with the rain.
Rain-
a deadly drizzle that determines death
Drown the plants  
Ruin the worms
Watch as the fire burns
Fire-  
Life in the disguise of death.
Take an old forest and bring a new breath.  
Ashen smoke will swirl till black is only known.
Black-  
The color of shadows.
Hide me now
For Flaws cling onto this skin as if there is no other way to feed
Flaws-
Different we all may be,
but one perception of beauty has turned against me
Me-
Loving a house that I could not choose.  
Watching as innocence fades from loving eyes.
Turned by society.
Everything but clarity surrounds me.
Too fat
Too slim
Too tall  
Too you
If I cannot embrace my insecurities
How can I be me?  
Society-
The voice with no greater sound than its impact
Whispers of rumors down the hall
A life of misery.  
Miserable-  
the one emotion that is constant  
No happy thought will push it away.
No rush of anger will make it sway.
No tears of sadness will wash its stains
It stays
My closest friend.
Whispering truths of my life.
"End it dear, strife is temporary."
Oh how it is dear misery.  
Had I not given you my time,  
perhaps my clock would still chime.  
It is no wonder that life is mystery (and mystery surrounds life.)
Layla
Written by
Layla  New York
(New York)   
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