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Rhyming is a gift not a choice.
When I rhyme I feel like I'm actually creating something out of the abyss...*

*Writing is like a voice.
When I write it’s not always about creating something, it’s just bliss…
_Maverick_
You smell of teardrops
And a little bit of rain
But it doesn't make me less lonely
Doesn't make the night less carefree

Incense me with your words
Trap me in your senses
Oh Odessa,
why must you be so lovely?

Odessa,
Come to me as you are
Turn on my fire
Linger in my desire
My heart is your home
Together we can be alone
Our love was so splendid
how swiftly it all ended

I see your deep eyes
But your heart is grave
Our lives are no longer touching
I can hear my glass dreams breaking

Wish me well in your delight
As I am torn by my plight
Oh Odessa,
won't you fix me?

Odessa,
Come to me as you are
Turn on my fire
Linger in my desire
My heart is your home
Together we can be alone
Our love was so splendid
how swiftly it all ended
Hi guys!Hahaha this is my first attempt at making a song. It's about a girl named Odessa who somehow made a way into my mind. She might be this indie musician who makes really dope songs. Anyway, tell me what you think! :)
 Mar 2015 Sarah Michelle
Stellar
you grow fire trees
in the hollows of your mind
yet your chest remains
to be a lonely void

if you let me in,
will I **survive?
 Mar 2015 Sarah Michelle
mike
the crazies must grow
tired of their minds.

the way a flower
wants to walk
but can't.

it becomes tired of being beautiful
so it dies.
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