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kain Aug 2019
In a coloured world
You're black and white
In this sunny life
You're eternal night

In my course palms
You're silk liquid
In this broken home
You can't fix it

But in my eyes
You're a dancer
And in my mind
You're already mine
But I'll write you a love song anyways.
kain Aug 2019
Please write back
I can't save you
Until Wednesday
But please write
I still have dreams
About seeing you
Sometimes
And it breaks me
I saw you last night
At a Panic! concert
You were hurting
Even there
My mind is reaching out
But I don't think
I can reach you
This time
It's been thirteen days
And I swear
I'll never stop thinking
About your purple hair
And your bands tees
All the reasons
I gave you my number
To begin with
I want to sing to you
With my awful voice
To make you laugh
To draw on your hand
Is all I need
You're beautiful
And funny
And I'm nothing
If not a cliche
I guess that's okay
As long as you are
Still with me somewhere
Things aren't easy but I'm starting to look forward again.
Keiri Jul 2019
Every time he coughs my heart skips a beat.
Every time he's silent my worries gain more heat.

Every time he sneezes time stands still.
Every time he cries my spine remains to rill.

Every time he falls my courage drops an inch.
Every time he's sick my mind starts to flinch.

Don't take my baby from me please.
Every time he licks his fur, my heart can rest at ease.
All who have pets that ever got sick probably went this through, yet how many times people told me I overreacted. Right now my pet Draco is what keeps me from hurting. When in a depression some times the smallest things can get you out just as much as in. For me, it's my little furry ball of joy, so when he get's ill, I feel this and exacly this.
Isa Jun 2019
I knew I couldn't see the world breathe it into him anymore
with me gone now,
but maybe it could watch me breathe mine out of me,
and give it to him instead.
that motivation that makes me live
Empire Jun 2019
My stomach is churning
Spinning and ill
What is it this time?
Let’s see... it could be:
Anxiety
Hunger
Guilt
Caffeine
Paroxetine
Or I suppose... actual sickness?
Let’s be real, it’s probably not
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