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i Apr 2014
she was acting like summer
and walking like winter.
she was cold blooded and alone,
another lonely broken heart.
her hopes and dreams were crashed
and reasons to live vanished.
crystal eyes, long brown hair,
lovely smile and pure soul,
that's the girl that went through it all.
through all the battles that came into her life,
through all the tears that made her die inside,
through everything that step in the way,
she went through it all.
and is it the last battle for her now,
to jump and die or run away and cry.
go darling,
cry it all out,
just don't spent the night in the dark cold forest,
which shall birds fly over your head
and take a look at your lonely heart.
in there you're just a soul,
another misguided ghost,
walking on ****** leaves.
i Apr 2014
I just sit there and I think,
I think about all the what ifs
and remember whens
we used to spend hours talking about.

We saw the world differently,
you were my inspiration
to write and express myself,
to be the one I've dreamed of being
to fill my life with positivity.

I was cold and alone,
the door was open wide
and you were the only one,
to walk inside.

So stay here forever, cause you're the only thing that's keeping this place warm.
i Apr 2014
let's go away at night.
go to our imaginary land and take your guitar.
i'll play away the time, singing our song.
joining the stars in the beautiful dance,
the dance of happy tears.
let's scream as loud as we can,
let the world know we're awake at night.
let's create a dream,
a dream we should visualize when we're feeling down.
let's leave this world and go away together.
go live a perfect dream.
i Apr 2014
don't you miss it,
that freedom you felt
every time you were outside?
don't you miss it,
that feeling of calmness
you felt every time you
snuggled up in bed?
but most importantly,
don't you miss it,
not being broken,
being able to survive
a day without cutting
your skin?
but the bittersweet part is,
that even though you miss it,
you still keep it up,
and it has become a habit
to cut a piece of your skin,
every day.
i Apr 2014
you hear that?
-that's the siren
of desperation you're hearing.
i Apr 2014
the cold wind is
softly caressing your cheeks,
that hold crimson red color,
and i can melt just by looking
at their redness.

and i would do anything
to touch and kiss those
flushed cheeks
.
i Apr 2014
when hot water runs,
and it relaxes your shoulders,
try not to get shampoo in
your already watery eyes.
because if those white bubbles
that are dripping from your hair,
get in your eyes,
it is positive that it will
sting and burn,
until it gets the attention needed,
but not even the coldest water
can get it back to its
previous clearness.
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