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The gun's cold barrel against my head
If I pull the trigger then I'll be dead
I'll paint the wall with my blood so red
Free from the world, I will be dead.

Or swing my neck, from a rope
I've given up the notion of hope
And none will care, or cry or mope
They won't even notice, or so I hope

I just shouldn't have said a single thing,
then my ears would not ring,
with the sound of the pain, living will bring
and I wouldn't have to hear, the angels sing.

Oh well, too late now.
I finally found the words, but I found them far too late,
I guess I can't avoid, that cruel, cruel thing called fate.
I've wanted to tell you for longer than I can recall,
But now I've missed my chance, I can't tell you it at all.
So I'll scream into my pillow, scream till my face is blue,
Screaming all the words, I wish I could be whispering to you.
But it's too late, I messed up, missed my chance,
No more future for the two of us, but at least we had that dance.
I'd pretended for so long,
that I'd forgotten it was real.
So when things started to go wrong,
I didn't know what to feel.
I slowly slipped away from you.
then blamed you when you left.
I lost myself in feeling blue
and forgot about your theft.
I was so sure I had forever,
that I'd forgotten about right now.
Now I know I wasn't clever,
because I let you forget how;
You were my muse,
and I loved you so.
Now I write like this as if it's news,
but I messed up long ago.
I finally understand
but took me far too long.
The time's no longer at hand,
and I was far too wrong.
 Feb 2015 Anonymous
Mercurychyld
The truth lies
not in her eyes,
for she learned
long ago
how to forge
desperate lies.

It's as she was
conditioned to do...
to tell lies
with her eyes,
and beguile
with her smile.

The truth lies
not in her eyes,
but if you must know
just where her
verity dwells...

it's in her voice...

the timber,
the rhythm,
the words,
the whispers
in the sound.

It's in her voice
that her truth
will be found.

Can you hear it?




By Mercurychyld
Copyrights
 Feb 2015 Anonymous
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Sky
 Feb 2015 Anonymous
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Sky
Love at the rosary
Coming back from the dead
Just to leave leave and finally
Be free

Have that of a too pure lily
And the strength of the sun
Done and done

It's just you and I
But no starry skies
 Feb 2015 Anonymous
D Connolly
She's a strange one
And sometimes I think she likes
To play dumb
And sometimes I think she likes
To play the broken little bird
And she can twist whatever words
I dare to utter
She gives you that look, like butter
Wouldn't melt
Like all that time you spent
With her means the world
And she's a transfixing girl
She can make your heart feel alive
She'll make your soul feel numb
And I'm telling you, she's a strange one.
Side by side
      Or        Miles       Apart
Sisters
Will always be
Connected by the heart
❤❤❤
Love my sisters wish we all lived closer. Edinburgh to London is too far!! Miss my big sisters
 Jan 2015 Anonymous
Euphemisms
Kiss my thoughts
Listen to my lips
Hold my heart
Feel my hips
Judge my motives
Understand my actions
Get drunk off of my love
Fill me with passion
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