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I'm bold, bold, bold.

I thought I could melt your heart,
and warm the iceberg in your chest.
Honestly, I'd thought I'd be your best,
but I was not made for that test.

You're distant, distant, distant.

I'm here, here, here.

You think of the future,
and I see the current world.
Honestly, I wish you'd look around,
but you won't turn your head to me now.

You're oblivious, oblivious, oblivious.

I'm aware, aware, aware.

Of they fact that you'll never stare,
but I still hope you will.
The warmth in my heart,
will go cold before my love disappears.
Rocking in the empty space,
Between loneliness and overwhelming love,
Is where you'll find me now.
Looking up in the night skies,
Thinking about the stories I was told,
And told.
Life is what you make it,
So I'd like to make it this.
Running after storms,
Holding fast to the ground.
Coming home with dirt stained shoes,
Hoping someday I'll come home to you.
If you want to make a change, set an impossible goal. Once you have it in your head you'll chase after it.
Then someday it'll be less impossible.
LM 3d
My final letter:
An elegy to friendship,
A knife in your back.

My solace is in your laughter,
In your kindness,
In your heart.

My touch-starved soul yearns
To return to your embrace,
To come home.
Somebody said the sun would come up,
It stuck with me,
When I was stuck up.

I wanted to be somebody people could love,
But I was too boisterous to contain,
Too wild to settle.

When I asked for help I was told,
First you need to help,
If you're going to help yourself.

Karma kills to knock you down,
Unless you lean that life is more than your success,
Life is the blooming flowers of our people,

The pulse of our community.
Love thy neighbor.
the water is pulling me in
pulling me under
churning around me
as my lungs fill with the salty ocean spray
I hear the name of the maelstrom
loneliness
loneliness is drowning me
deep into its depths
this maelstrom of loneliness is killing me
will it ever end?
will I ever swim to shore
and escape it's wrath?
maybe hope is in the horizon
maelstrom: a powerful whirlpool in the sea or a river
There is no knife that cuts my skin

Just too many bright reflections

Good words are screaming from within

And blood might help confessions

I’ve read so many similar words on here

In some weird way that fills me with fear

I can understand it’s romantic, I guess

But for once in my life I wish to hear less

Little red drops, they won’t help the pain

Big chunky bracelets on your wrist

It makes you feel like you’re insane

Yet still you remain, and still you insist
I feel like this sounds too optimistic and unfinished, but maybe that’s the charm? or not? feel free to share your opinion
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