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emru Mar 2019
A little piece of
my soul comes out.
Everytime I see you.
You,
with your golden locks.
And
those beautiful eyes
lighted up by the sun.
I could talk about you all day.
Gale L Mccoy Jun 2018
I crawled up and died
in your throat last week
you only tasted my remains
for three days this time
the burning in your eyes
from unwashed hands
doesn’t bother you anymore
how come you changed the locks
two times over just yesterday
and once more today
Danial John Feb 2018
I've shed my skin
Rolled up my sleeves
Let you in
Now my heart just bleeds

I've taken off the mask
Set it aside
But if you ask
I'll put it back inside

Nobody seems to understand
Not you, not me, my family, or my friends
It's final
I'll never let anybody near again
Ugh... Kmn
A Dec 2017
Their is no sort of hell for the trip we took
I bloodied my knuckles and stabbed myself
You cried your eyes to your knees  
You've erupted into a flowing river of hate
I stand by your door and hopelessly wait
For you to realize i STILL love you.
My cold being is in transition
The icy crater I create in fear of monsters
Yet you erupt and I slide back down my hole
Escaping your roar and claws
Reaching for the only thing I have left
I hold myself and calmly say "this is a nightmare".
I do not sleep in peace
I assume your position hovers above me
I assume you can weaken my defenses
Unlock my door with a glance
I fall asleep in fear that the monsters will release themselves,
That angry beast summons itself and destroys us both.
The Writer Jun 2017
Doubts are our chains,
determination, our key.
Use the key to unlock the locks,
or you will never be free.
Oskar Erikson Feb 2017
you already have the key to my phone, yet you'd deny me the pattern to your *own.
Tehreem Aug 2016
Would you love her?
If her hair fell free
Locks sway on her shoulder
Wind catches them boldly
Sunlight will invade them
Brown blaze of strands
If you could see them play
Confining her forlorn face
Would run your fingers slowly?
If she sets them free
If she let them flow
A Rapunzel is what you need?
A glance of that entangled mane
Would be enough to drive you insane?
A flaw for the world hidden and draped.
Jane Doe Jun 2016
You with the long fingers and the longing gaze.
You with the green (hazel, brown, brilliant.) eyes and the wistful sighs,
come. (Sigh with me.)
make memories, leave marks.
ignite me, like sparks.
Stay up with the night until the right larks sing.
Sin, with me. Wondering, what the morning brings.
let the moonlight light us.
You look like stardust, (and hair like rust.)
and there must be something.
Worth discovering.
(discover me.)
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