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Anybody can feign beauty
on the outside.
But true beauty
comes from the inside.
olympia May 2014
so what would you look like
you know
if you were still here

would you still shoot those guns
that scared the **** out of me
and taught me how to cry

and what about the scotch
would it still linger
and cling to your breath

your stupid laugh
that makes me want to
roll up in a ball

because i miss it
so much
i miss you
i miss it all
kgl Jun 2013
put me on like it's the fashion
wear me out until the end
whisper words, so soft with passion
but your style is so pretend

blind me with your vanity
re-open wounds you dressed
cast my mind out to insanity;
the way you like me best

carve your name into my heart
a brand of haute couture
but soon enough you'll see that
i won't wear you anymore.
Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places
Maybe I'm looking for movement in stasis
Maybe I'm looking for life in ******
Maybe I'm looking for purity in the perverter
Maybe I'm looking for dust in the ashes
Maybe I'm looking for ice among matches
Maybe I'm looking for the truth in lies
Maybe I'm looking for hello among goodbyes
Maybe I just need to change my perspective
Maybe I just need to find a new prime directive
Maybe I just need to learn what it is to love
Maybe I just need to stare into the stars above
Maybe you are my release
Maybe you're my anchor
Maybe you'll help me find peace
Or help me find the maker

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