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First and foremost
Fat and ugly
Prominent as the brow
And unappealing as the naps
You wouldn't call me tall
And certainly not back
I'm mean an ******* and disappointing
And it seems I've lost the anointing
I speak life and dream of death
Just a shell of emptiness with a glimmer of hope in the tear that falls
Into the ocean like it was never here at all.
Hurricanes bring hope.
9:30
When the night is open but
We can't seem to get in
Conversations start to get ***** but
That's not how they end
Sometimes I swear you get flirty but
That's against my religion
Hate to interrupt you and him but
A future with you would be reminiscent
Of  a time when I was happy but
To your lies i would be ignorant.
Don't make me hate myself
I can't bear it anymore.
Enough for a thousand life times
Breaching the breaking point
Preaching and making points
Though they be less
You keep peaking

Stalking is the day I stop speaking
Apalling thoughts too wrought

For this page

Is not written
It is commanded
So deep is the need to be outspoken
Try not to bleed when I open up
Scribbled scrolls that sneer
"Abandon Hope" and
I learn that quiet hearts have no
Dear,
The love, the faith;
The hope, the grace;
Yours or my face;

That has faded?
Where are we really.•°
Fantastic
Where we don't need our pasts

And our feet don't touch the ground
A fleeting thought
Live life with no ending
Because she makes me happy.
Regrettably
I ask myself how I feel
□□ □□□□□ □□□□ □□□□□  I could fill
Up a book and yet I still
Could not rearrange enough letters
To find the right words instead rather
I get lost in your melodies
Stare blindly as you're telling me

I ask myself why it is so
□□ □□□□□ □□□□ □□□□□ it is all that I know
Simply let go and hope for better
And maybe this time when she says her
Heart belongs to someone else
I'll still be here to help my self

As I pick up the pieces
□□ □□□□□ □□□□ □□□□□ I paint a better picture
One full of emotion as I let go
A chance to be happy
Sharing colorful thoughts too ghastly
For any canvas or any page, Past me


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No icing please
A figment of taste
As light as day
As I bite I say,

"Lil bits o' frayed meat,
You are all the sweet I need.'
Simple as..
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