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Zadkiel Nov 2020
Imagine Dying
Could not be me nevermore
smh no way
mc ish Apr 2019
you are not allowed
to wrangle my heart and call me yours
you are not allowed to catch my attention and walk right past
to flower your existence with the smallest of humanities and call yourself good
you are not allowed to cloak me in apologies draped over my eyes so that i may never see the evil my right hand is making
and you are most definitely
not allowed to occupy this dusty heart
and yet here we are
gabe Feb 2019
Locked in your mind, I'm surprised, and you think that silence is key

You ain't designed to be blind and lost in the night like you be

I know the hurt in your eyes, oh my, you remind me of me

And it's a lot we don't see

Gotta be tough 'cause acting tough all day
Shoulder shrugs then show the world you give no ***** all day

Plus got a story I could never show
 Scared if you open up, ****** just might have leverage on you
Mr Quiet Dec 2018
quite ironic that my heart tells me to let go yet it still beats for you
careful now its sad boi hours
requiEM Mar 2017
Playing in my waistband
Fingers trickle down
Fascinated with the way the lace moves all around
Your fingers take a dip
They trickle down my back
Warranting a hiss from me, (my) facade starts to crack
The feeling that it leaves me--
With when you're away
Makes me feel the color yellow, bright as summers day
And oranges remind me
Of the way you smell
I catch a whiff and rewind to our game of show and tell
Red is the flight
That I'm catching later on
Reminds me that I'm leaving and makes your touch feel like a con
Green is my mind
When I think of who I'm with
Never with you, far away, you're feeling like a myth
Blue is the sound
Of your lips leaving mine
As they throw away the butterflies and taste like Country time
Indigo is heavy
Weighing down my thighs
I'm feeling dizzy and it's got me caught up and surprised
Violet is ending
Run around us singing 'darling..stand by me'

I clean the puddle up
I throw it in the trash
I hear it hit the metal, rainbow spills and feelings crash

The rainbow keeps on running
The colors start to muddle
I find them every morning in a technicolor puddle.
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