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Pyrrha Jul 2019
Justice will come when we take all the sweet innocent things and make them testify against their lies
Amba Jul 2019
Hi Jess nice to meet you or wait i have not no suprise there your just marks work friend i have never met thats braking up my family so i really hope your needs are met by my partner because clearly your husband isnt meeting your needs for you even though my daughter looses her dad maybe your husband can be her dad and i can go to the snow with him
Michael H May 2019
every so often
one comes
and doesn’t go
frothing like fire
doldrums
as cream from the slums
where the stars shine higher
with every step lower
into the cave
of reckless ambivalence
So we will save:
With our sense
The actions
As they fly higher
Spreading our wings
With daft desire

So come with me
Walk fast

Because we will not stop
in vain
or for liars
or thieves

Or for
those that
Do not
generate life

Thank You
350 came across this one and like it
RaeAnn May 2019
I hear you screaming,
   “THIS IS POISON!”

But you’re still drinking
    From the bottle.
Arya Apr 2019
We shouldn't have met,
I should have walked away.
But I had to stop
To see that beautiful face.
Now,
I understand
This ain't no daydream.
It's more like life
Yeah,
It's more like life.
Don't give a frown
You little Brat
Cuz behind those tears
Is a little smile.
A dark little smile
That always lies
Beneath that tiny little innocent face.

That tiny little innocent face.
Pictures of who I once was
Line their new walls.
They cling to me despite
My enjoying their withdrawal.

Life is now so visceral
And I've learned to feel.
Their lies keep them high above me
Like a broken ferris wheel.

They can see me,
But I ignore them.
Their yells the backdrop
To my teenage reverie.

Those years are stuck in time
Like a long-forgotten fair by the sea.
Though they try to taunt me with sirens,
I'll never go back there while I stand free.
Sam Harris Mar 2019
Her long black curled hair
Shoulder blades and collar bones
Naked under a strategically placed towel
Candles and stripper heels.  

Seductive poses, he’s thinking about ******* her. Wanting her. He yearns for more. Wondering how this small frame feels.

My heart sank, dread filled my body
I expected to see fields and melting snow in that camera. Blinded while deleting all photo’s of you and I.

I didn’t deserve this, now I’m left with insecurities, anger and grief.
While you are just left with your lies and “erotica”
chitragupta Mar 2019
When you said,
"Your secret is safe",
Vulnerable
is how I felt.
The art of spotting a liar is cultivated through severe emotional stress that stems from betrayal by people who you think are close to you.

Like a plot twist of a cheap thriller, liars stand out by the setting of their premise.

Well, I'm a liar as well. Born out of the need to keep the liars happy.
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