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Sam Greaves Oct 2012
Let's fall down together,
And scrape our knees.
It only gets worse, they say,
But with you around,
That's hard to believe.
I wish you thought of me,
As much as I think about you.
Please tell me I'm on your mind,
Even if it isn't true.
My scars are still there from when we fell,
I haven't seen yours lately,
But I hope they're healing well.
Sam Greaves Oct 2012
So I'm in the wrong,
Because I can't believe if there were a god,
He would support this religious industry,
Bringing ideas of slavery and bigotry.
I guess I don't wanna be in the right.
Sam Greaves Oct 2012
I trust my body won't secrete a smell to strong for me to handle,
But my mind on the other hand,
Sometimes the stench is unbearable.
And my thoughts, all the more terrible.
Therefore,
If someone was reading my mind I could tell.
They'd go pail.
Bitterly gagging.
With a look of distress,
And fear for the future.
Top it off with a smirk.
No no,
Laughter and love,
With many waisted efforts and shrugs.
Sam Greaves Oct 2012
There's lighting in your eyes,
But no one sees it because they're closed.
You were drinking last night,
And I can smell it on your clothes.
You remind me of someone else I knew,
Who was stupid just like you.
I hope you don't die,
Before you decide to pull through.

— The End —