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Rouge lips begging for yours
Bare skin wanting to be explored
Hazel eyes pleading to be blessed
Bejeweled hands yearning to rest
On your face, you broad shoulders
But you, so selfish and stubborn,
Will never offer your heart
To a woman falling apart
Just to be loved.
Thoughts?
She Was My Always Best Friend,
Till Corona Became The Trend,
Now Self-Survival Is My Goal,
Rest May Go To Place Of Torment.

Don't Think I Am Feeling Happy,
As She Still Keeps Pricking Within Me,
Inhuman And Dead I Am, Not She;
She Will Still Keep Standing By Me.
A Time Comes When A Person Thinks Only Of Himself. Corona Is Such Situation. Everyone Is Scared Of The Other.
thy
Be absorbed by lust, afresh & anew.
lose in passion.
But do no wrong to others, they’ll have
nothing against you. Keep your secrets a secret,
hold no resentment, curse
them. If they do you wrong, confide in a Demon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FZWRjmVeMg&t=53s
victoria May 17
Theres a place in hell
for people like you
But not the hell that some
believe to be true
The hell they think of
is full of desire
Dark angels of lust
And ****** in fire

No this is a hell
You truly deserve
Chained to your past
And the hurt that you served
Cause your ego was ******
And you couldn't decide
If the lies that you told
We're wrong or where right

People like you should be burried alive
With only your guilt and the secrets you hide
You deserve to die with your heart molten black
With only your sin
And the clothes on your back

If I was a god and you came to me true
With reasons, excuses for all that you do
I'd laugh in your face and spit on your feet
And pray with my soul that the devil you meet

You think you're the devil?
You have no idea
The devil throws parties you wouldn't go near
The devil I've talked with a couple of times
Your not even close
You wouldn't survive

So continue to be, a **** if you must
But you're being watched
You are vile
You disgust
Close your eyes to the pain
That you made to be true
But know
Really know
That pain will **** you.
Shin May 13
At our core we may be rotten and unkind.
Unveil ourselves as beggars in the sheets.
Saving our skins and twisting vicious lies.
Greed covered, greased with idle gluttony.
Hearts of marble and minds of back-filled knives.
We ponder the future, and become its prey.
Carve out our skullcaps and set them at ease.
Nevertheless, we hold a miracle.
Despite our brutality, love remains.
and you sent her a title of the song you wanted her to hear
saying it was saying about the feelings you have,
you wanted her to feel.

but, she heard it before.

you can't blame her
but she did

she had felt the world dance around the same beat
swayed through the waves of the sounds with the wind
when she was on her way to the beach
one hot summer day.

she had fell asleep on the same song
on a school night
having to wait to be validated.

she have cried on the same song when he left her

now, ask your self:

are the songs really for her?
Just a piece of advice. It has been a mainstream gesture between everyone to showoff our playlist to our significant others or even to those people we like. Yet, let's be mindful and be sensitive of the songs we sometimes send to them or dedicate to them as it will have an impact to their emotions and also their impressions to us (especially if you're still trying to impress them) If possible, try to sing yourself the songs you wanted them to listen so that they could feel the sincerity of emotions you wanted them to feel of you dedicating that song. Because little do we know, they have already heard the song, or they already have cried on it.
You weren't good for me.
But like a virus, you'll never leave.

I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
I'm doing my best to remind myself of the awful things you did.
But you won't go away, no matter how hard I try

I have an ache in my heart,
like a virus,
that tells me you might have found a new man.

But I don't know. Is it simple insecurity.

I want to leave you,
But I don't want you to leave me.
idiosyncrasy May 9
sometimes
it's hard to know
that people
keep walking
when i
fall.

it's always hard
when you keep walking.
i wish you'd offer me a hand. even if it's not mine to take anymore. even if it's connected to hers, i don't ******* care. i just need you to pick me up.

5-8-2020
trcain May 4
i remember wishing for more
wishing for privilege money things
that i am not entitled to

but i still wished
for i am selfish and broken and jealous
and i am not the person you think i am

wishing and wishing and wishing
i fell asleep with tears on my face
and guilt churning in my stomach

why am i not enough for me
why do i want more even when i have more than others

why am i like this?

another sleepless night
i still wonder
and i still wish
Jason Drury May 4
Selfish are we,
as they breathe death.
Creeps undetected,
its gluttony is relentless.

Infected by narcissus,
obsessed with “want”.
Devoured and exhausted,
we perish when exposed.

Divided by masks,
one selfless,
the other selfish.
It's your choice.
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