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 Jan 2014 Tabitha
wafa
I need a little more of you
If only just a taste lingering on my tongue
Laying on the tip, as I crave it again and again

I need another lie
"I want you, I need you, I love you"
To still be fresh in my mind

I need some inspiration
For you to break my heart all over again
*Give me something to write about
 Jan 2014 Tabitha
Rose
There once was a girl with nothing to lose
With a pocket full of smiles, and only good news.
Her life was going good, no, it was great.
Little did she know, her life, she would soon hate.
It poured on her like rain, and drenched her wet.
Why was this happening, she didn't get.
Her smile disappeared, her heart quickly sank.
Her once beautiful mind, slowly drew a blank.
Society, they called it, began to take a toll.
Her life, dreaded, spiraled down a hole.
She gave up, she quit, she had enough.
She was done, she was lost, she was in the rough.

But a glimmer of hope, burned inside her, bright.
Without her knowledge, it was making things right.
The depression, they called it, was dwindling down.
Emotions were returning to their rightful town.
Her eyes lit up, with a feeling she longed.
A feeling that helped her, write out this song.

*Even when the light turns dark, you'll be alright
The sun will shine, day will be bright
 Jan 2014 Tabitha
Destiny Rose
Miles away, but close in my heart. Distance does not matter, I love you the same. I did my time waiting for you. When the day comes, and your not miles away. When I can look into your eyes. Ill tell you how I feel.
29
You pipe-dream person,
day-dream believing
villain, shut up forever.
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Harold Bracy
How is our youth meant to be understood?
A haze of moonlit past remembrance thought?
For what is past but a thought as wood
As we all think, but truth remains unbrought.
While past will stay the same, not so for us.
Detail celled to attention as bemused
Retiring now with soft eyes and no fuss
And lost is the initiation used.
Enjoy your world as you used to enjoy,
Flow with your people, and rebel to naught,
For what is unity but our employ?
So cast your ebbing lot, recede your thought,
Along with youthful bearing, to complete
The goal that single lot can set to seat.
I saw her in an open field,
a stick sword I saw her wield,
screaming and waving the stick around,
but there was no sound,
just a rustling of leaves in the wind,
that's when her eyes shot like a pin,
at mine,
and she smiled so shyly, so fine,
I was awkward and fell when I started towards her,
the wind stopped and electricity started to stir,
I asked her if we could someday be in love in French,
she smiled shyly again and punched my arm,
and called me a maiden *****,
I picked up a stick and told her to duel,
for the fire was getting fuel,
she threw down her stick,
and I went for a kiss but my nose she decided to lick,
staring with an awkward smile she pushed my cheeks,
and kissed me as I could feel my heart peaks,
awkward and my hand started to sweat,
I awoke with the feeling of winning a bet,
I will wait till tonight,
because you may not be real or in sight,
but that just means I havnt met you yet.
I have dreams of my Naru some nights, I can never see her face but I know she's there
They say it will help
If you draw a butterfly on your wrist
So you'll stop cutting
Because every time you cut
You **** the butterfly

**Good thing I don't like butterfly's
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