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  Dec 2017 C
She Writes
Just because you’ve undressed her
Does not mean you’ve seen her naked

Do you know her past?

Just because you’ve touched her skin
Does not mean you’ve touched her heart

Do you know her secrets?

Just because you’ve been inside her body
Does not mean you’ve been inside her soul

Do you know her dreams?
  Dec 2017 C
Greg Dempsey
Stuck in the shell I can't shed
Help me, I'm locked in my head
No one can hear me scream, not even plead
Cutting my arms, watching them bleed
I can't take much more, someone end this pain
Ready to take a bullet to the brain
It too much to bare, just let it end
I beg and cry, but the message doesn't send
Louder and louder, but no one can hear me scream
Too much pain, too much, please is this just a dream
No one can help me now, I'm all alone
They can't hear my painful tone
Someone please, hear my cries
I yell and yell, but no one tries
I guess no one cares, no one is listening
My tears roll down glistening
I'll shut up and put on a smile
I'll walk a broken glass mile
Just know the smile I wear is to hide
I am eternally broken inside
  Dec 2017 C
galaxyofentities
I would have thought vomits
Stroking your face
Telling you I love you
Kissing the arch of your nose
The smile that I know so familiar
You called me a silly drunk
And under the street light I laughed
Oh my friend
I was never drunk.
  Dec 2017 C
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As my eyes start to close
Memories start
And as my breathing slows down
You are the last thing I saw
C Dec 2017
you left me
two years ago

what made you change your mind?
i look back at all our memories
how happy we were
and how our love seemed perfect
then suddenly you told me
that your feelings faded

years later
i'll admit, i haven't fully gotten over you
but now, i look at you
the person who once loved me
the person who changed her mind
the person who left me

i recall in my brain
the woman i loved
but i look at you now
so much of you has changed

this is not the soul that i used to know
this is not the same person
that i loved two years ago
C Dec 2017
if i were to be an object
i want to be coffee
so that i would be
the first thing
that your lips would touch
as the morning rises
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