#hisvoice - Hello Poetry

He Said "White lies shine very bright when it's pitch black outside and you've smoked enough poison to make your facade crack under the weight of your depression."

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC

keecalmes

He Said

He Said "White lies shine very bright when it's pitch black outside and you've smoked enough poison to make your facade crack under the weight of your depression."

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The night was too quiet, she was being lulled by a certain rhythm. It wasn't of the sound made by the crickets nor the song that kept on being replayed on her list. It was nothing like that. It was a rhythm that kept her lying on her bed and blinking away tears and smiling at random times when she hears it as it travels into her ears with memories too sweet to forget. She kept remembering the rhythm of his voice now getting blurry by long distance memory. It happened in quite a long time ago. It's becoming too faint to soon would become only an echo like there in a cave too dark to step into. -- Oh, I miss him. ~~ Criss ∞

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC

chrisseritarose

That Rhythm I Miss

The night was too quiet, she was being lulled by a certain rhythm. It wasn't of the sound made by the crickets nor the song that kept on being replayed on her list. It was nothing like that. It was a rhythm that kept her lying on her bed and blinking away tears and smiling at random times when she hears it as it travels into her ears with memories too sweet to forget. She kept remembering the rhythm of his voice now getting blurry by long distance memory. It happened in quite a long time ago. It's becoming too faint to soon would become only an echo like there in a cave too dark to step into. -- Oh, I miss him. ~~ Criss ∞

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When I look in the mirror it goes far Like how my hair isn’t long enough My face is broken out The bags under my eyes I’m not the right height Looking hard at the reflection thinking Why does this boy find me attractive He sees my blonde hair And my wide grin that never falters At least around him it doesn’t He stares at me regardless Whether in a dress or onesie Ever so his eyes stay captive His eyes on me as his lips brush my ear “You look amazing Princess” His voice send goosebumps But yet that mirror haunts me Why does he look?

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC

embybri

his eyes on me

When I look in the mirror it goes far Like how my hair isn’t long enough My face is broken out The bags under my eyes I’m not the right height Looking hard at the reflection thinking Why does this boy find me attractive He sees my blonde hair And my wide grin that never falters At least around him it doesn’t He stares at me regardless Whether in a dress or onesie Ever so his eyes stay captive His eyes on me as his lips brush my ear “You look amazing Princess” His voice send goosebumps But yet that mirror haunts me Why does he look?

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