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Murredith Apr 2016
don't say you won't tolerate liars because seven years from now, on a tuesday night you'll be sitting alone sending forgiveness through the phone to constant excuses that you won't recognise as lies until it's too late.

*you'll tolerate anything, for them.
innerThought Mar 2016
Blue oceans, blue skies, blue eyes
Can't tell the truth in blue
So blue lies

But blue eyes still cry clear tears
And if death had eyes would it cry
If it did would it cry for a life
Or for being the end of all beginning ends

As life is only life
If you make life a lesson
Life only becomes the teacher
Learn from life for it to become the preacher

Lies become the story
Life becomes us dreaming
Death is where we realize the meaning
music effects emotion, emotion leads to music
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
46 stories up
two halls down
fifth door on the left
through the sitting room,
the kitchen,
second bedroom door
past the twin sized mattress
and posters of drugged up bands
pull back the curtains gently
unlatch the balcony door
step outside and try to catch ---
oops, too late
I jumped.
lucy winters Nov 2015
You won't be
Forgiven
For the lies
Your fingertips
Left
Blue
Yoshi Nov 2015
I was trapped inside a dream
It was great, until it wasn't.
I just never knew I was in too deep
It's too late to escape it now...
Shay Nov 2015
My desolation fuelled demon drove me sinisterly to the edge,
“dying by your own hand is the only way out” it alleged.
So I walked to the bridge over the M25 and stood inclined.
Then I jumped- but halfway down, I found I’d changed my mind.
Sorrow Cain Sep 2015
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Everyone wanted to test me,
To see if I would break.
Everyone wanted to take down my walls,
To see if I was fake.

Good job, you have broken me,
And I'm never going to mend,
Good job, my walls are down,
And now you can see my ends.

You saw more than you wanted to,
But you can't forget now,
My death is on your hands,
Let's see if I can break thou.
Lianna Walters Sep 2015
One day,
You're gonna be dancing with a girl more,
Perfect than me;
Who tastes like strawberries and,
Smells like peaches
And as you watch her move
You're gonna sit and down 5 shots just to get the thought of me from your head
But it won't work
And I swear if you take her home the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what you do
And you'll be laying in bed trying not to think about how we danced around your room in the moonlight
How we kissed under the stars
And how I,
I tasted like strawberries too
And you'll finally understand that all the things you never said
Could've made all the difference in the world
And now that I'm gone there's a space within you
That can't so easily replaced
And you'll realize that you loved me more than you let on,
More than you intended to
But by then, darling
It'll be too late.
You're gonna miss me...
Slam Sep 2015
I'm sorry baby but I won't be your maybe anymore.
Its too late to change the damage that has been done. When every piece of the jigsaw puzzle falls apart and a small part of its part. It will all fall apart and will be complicated. It will all be too late to balance the weight and return how it used to be. Coz living in doubt and not knowing is like walking in a park with no trees but only the dark.
Aditi Jul 2015
He looked all his life,
Waited to be drenched in the tsunami of emotions she had within herself
Just One more time

Little did he know
The ocean inside her had dried,
The colors drained from her eyes
All because of his unsaid goodbye

The girl who never stood still,
Always burning and crashing
Now wore the silence of twilight hours,
Her life holding the emptiness
Of the infinite sky

She no longer remembers the first time his hand held hers,
She does not remember about the attraction his eyes held once

She used to be the words that set
Paper ablaze
Now she is just a smudge,
Out of place and frowned upon.

And now that his fire had blown off,
He went looking for the girl
With gaze that could set ashes on fire
But
She is no longer there

Now she is just a room with no window or, door
There is no point in knocking now
She gave up on looking out for your footsteps way back.
Why did you have to wait to find me
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