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  Mar 2015 pvrvsite
vxnus
Ink soaked
in blood
Dripping,
from burning hands

And for a moment
this hearts breath
was captured
by the flick of a pen

And for a moment
there was no me,
only the flames
that bled through the night

Now a question remains:
"Will my heart stop bleeding when my ink runs dry?"


**Maybe for a moment.
pvrvsite Mar 2015
I miss all of the times waking up next to you
With your crazy hair you pull me in closer
We had no cares in the world it was just you and me
But then things changed i changed and i hate myself for that
I miss you and want you back my love
  Mar 2015 pvrvsite
DC raw love
What would you do
If no one loved you

Would you cry
or
Would you sigh

Love

Do you care
or
Do you swear

Do you look for love
or
Do you hide from love

Do you want it
or
Do you need it

Do you know what love means
Real love
Never ending love

are you a hopeless romantic
or
romantically wanting love

What are the feeling of no love

are they silent
or
are they loud

are they sharing thoughts
or
are they lonely thoughts

do you have thoughts of joy
or
do you have thoughts of nothing

do you smile
or
do you cringe

do you want it
or
not

It's actually not that hard to find

JUST LOVE ANOTHER
LOVE ANOTHER
  Mar 2015 pvrvsite
Love
You see
A person only truly falls in love
Once in their life time
And once that time is used up
There is no more.
You can lie to yourself
And to others
But if you were truly in love with them
That love cannot be undone.
I am in love.
A love that won't go away
With my best friend.
I fell off
The bridge of love
And into the waters
Where he followed
But his love came with strings attached
A bungee
And he jumped back up
And left me sitting there in the waters
While he's up on the bridge
Calling me up there
While I'm wishing him down here
And I have no bungee.
It's a mess.
  Mar 2015 pvrvsite
Love
I'm the *****,
the quiet girl in the front of the class,
according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****.
I love, and when I do I love to no ends.
But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.
pvrvsite Mar 2015
YOU
I miss you nice brown eye
I miss your dark hair
I miss your dark skin
I miss how happy you made me
I miss all of the good times we shared
I miss how much you actually cared
I miss our good laughs
I miss your skin upon mine
I miss the kisses good night
I miss you
  Mar 2015 pvrvsite
Mari
Those who Dance to the Music are
considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it.

But are we not all insane?
Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death?
Are we not all behind the same wall?

We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it.
Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming.

I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it.
So they stare and judge.

Probably.
Of course, we're absolutely mental.
We're mad.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are those who think they're normal.

Yet they send us to mental institutions.

Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters.
We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized
they were inside of us.
We're all monsters.
No avoiding it.
To be honest I didn't come up with this on my own. This is a note written between me and a friend of mine. Thank you Sam for willingly having thought provoking conversations with me!
I'm trying out the hashtag thing. Not sure if I did it right. Oh well.
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