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I'm a sort of history buff
I like to read and learn
I read Matt's "North Africa"
My respect he's earned.

I got an education
In his worthy write
It made me feel better
It brought me some light.

It uplifted me greatly
I was sad and blue
'Til I read his poetry

maybe you should, too!

SoulSurvivor

Please don't ask me how I'm doing,
I can't answer you.

Please don't tell me to hold on,
because I can no longer do.

Please don't say things will be fine,
I won't believe you.

Please don't talk to me,
I'm afraid you'll see right through.

The drooping sun stood across the wooden bow,
showering it with drowsy thoughts for the wooden boy
In the abandoned graveyards where pavements were abolished
Plaid plague nourished the jingling broken eyes

The graveyards of dreams and graveyards of clocks
Will deliver the nails of sorority locks
To cradle the soft heat of the drenched sun
To bring on temptation of demolition’s sons

Let’s say that the pavements of hopes were of pain and vain
The vines were vanity and the roots were dignity
If agony keeps us close to our core,
then drench pins on my head to keep me human

this can't happen anymore
these twisted games you play
that i slowly let you win

the side glances, the hand-holding
all the flirting
it leaves me wondering if we could be
good together again, but i know we couldn't

here's the messed-up part of it all
i know that you mean so much more to me
than i do to you
it leaves me torn, while you walk away, again

Your love is pending.*

Will you accept my request?
Take me into your heart -
I promise to give my soul to you.
I have no reason to keep
Any part of me.
I am useless,
My bones are bare,
So take me completely.
Don't distain me.
Instead scrutinize my feelings
And take them into consideration.
I promise I'm not as ****** up
As I may seem, as I may have been.
Dig into my mind,
And I promise that you may find
Someone who not only wants
But needs you too.

*Your love is pending.