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Lara 5d
You can’t control them

Some people are able to show their emotions
Some people prefer to not share them

Emotions are private
Everybody decides who they want to share their emotions with

Emotions are a way to express feelings

Emotions can be rough or sensitive

They sometimes drown you
You decide whether to swim back to the surface or go under
Can you control them?
Bar Steward Town 8
Do you satisfy your wife?
Let me do that to her

Things like that happen here
Nobody thought odd of it

Not even to the ****** couple bonking
In the school yard after hours

All the town's folk were this way
Thirsty and drinkers all the time

It was sort of local pride
Just like nailing a hole

Lots of ***** warm beer
And skanky holes

That type of town
Awesome people
CC 191 2020
Mish Apr 25
you told me i was a priority
i guess you lied to me
why did i come twelfth?
Callum Wood Apr 13
Delirious morn
Scornful of the rising sun
Someone, water, please
دema Apr 13
i thank the hardships
that life made you go through
for the roughness
of the skin that lies
on the palm of
your hands,

because that's the only
part of you i can still
in my dreams
dear grandpa, i miss you
Poetic T Apr 10
I'm no trailer park trash,
you may live
                      forty three stories more than me..

But I'll reach higher than you any day of the week.

I only have to take one step,
                             to tell what is
                        curb crawling around me.

Trying to sell me false hopes,
            selling me bath salt dreams.

But there more like bubble bath,
          popping before I even enjoyed it.

Your hopes and dreams are sky high,
illusions of
           your first steps.
A worthless dime falling from  a great height.

              No one even heard you

Cos there only interested what's
                                      happening on the street..

Your just a stain that no one really looked at,

                                                        cares about.

    As there's plenty more chalk outlines
                            that children hopscotch over..

Can you count to ten..

Then there's another gunshot..
          like a storm, they hitting in the distance..

Just another cold breath that falls from ground zero...
                                                  burn stains on the
                    that play pause.

                                        No breath... no care.

I'm here at ground zero,
            your up there in your fairy-tale

hanging from your chandelier,

But I'm swinging lower but still breathing.
Styles Mar 30
When I touch you
I feel you
in a way
that touches me.
When they reach for you
they barely grasp you
and still you
let them *******.

Erian Rose Feb 7
We can make it through
Push past the rough, face our fears
Runaway from here
Make our own light in the darkness
And live our lives
No matter how far apart we are
We can make it through
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