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I grasp at the wind But all I really want Is to touch the sky.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Grasp
When these old faces Become new friends, The pain from familiar strangers, The ones who never made amends, Will disappear like smoke; And I'll watch these wounds mend.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Mend
Nothing will be the same If he changes your name; And we will be torn apart If he does steal your heart.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Torn
I'm not sure if it's allergies, Or maybe anxiety; But burning tears come to my eyes, And I deal with them quietly. I always forget to take a breath— Whether it's stolen away, Or whether it catches in my throat, Because there's nothing I can say. A cold lump moved into my stomach— It hasn't moved for weeks; And the nausea that comes upon me Drains the color from my cheeks. Icicles of panic stab My raw and tender conscience; The voices inside my head keep screaming, "No!" And I have to constantly fight this. I can't sit still and just take this I shudder, shiver and shake I feel exposed and yet alone How much more can I take? What is wrong with this body? And all the emotions inside? If I could, I'd run to the mountains To find a place to hide. Surrounded by friends I think I know, But who've never known me I tell myself that that's a lie I tell myself I'm not lonely. If I once feel right again If this throbbing in my head can cease I'll take that as a sign from above And soak in every second of peace.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Hide
. This mess of me                                  is boiling The pressure's building fast.          This churning, burning,                         furnace heat— I know that I won't last.                  'Cause ev'rything                           inside of me It just keeps holding on                   To all the things                            hurting me I know why it feels wrong.                   I'm stuck inside                         that easy lie That says I cannot change                   And when I cry                                I realize This certainly is strange.             For though I died                 to flesh, I strive To rectify myself;                I tried and tried           and then, surprise: I needed something else.                 Nothing makes                    it past the pain Except your healing touch.         And you say, "Wait,                  My child, wait, For you will know My love."
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
Boiling
rock shreds my heartstrings until it hurts, and i heal— the right way this time.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
hardrock
Something about her Shines without even trying And everyone sees.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
Anya