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#lorde
The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore And then they are bored of me I know that it's exciting running through the night, but Every perfect summer's eating me alive until you're gone Better on my own- lorde
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC
liability
Though the loneliness sets in, among the crowds, Here, within themselves, they find their solace; Euphoric events have now lost their appeal; Mindfulness is the key to rest, they recite; Exaggerated were their extravagant emotions on the dance floor, Losing themselves in self discovery; Over-sensationalized was the persona, Diving into the depth of purple elixirs; Rave, rave, rave, As the sun replaces the strobelights, Melancholy rises with her rays, And suddenly, life seems meaningless; The melodrama, It strikes; Cleaning up the champagne glasses, after the catastrophe
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Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
The Melodramatic: An Acrostic Poem
oceanic feeling echoing throughout my house while tripping over my plaid pajama pants and the soles of my feet rejuvenated by the hot concrete
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Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
photosynthesis
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark, Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart. -Lorde.
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 6:20 AM UTC
Writer in the dark
I don't love you But you still mean something You mean pain You mean lying awake Trying to erase all those moments The longest five hours of my life And you caused them You don't own me But I'm your midnight memory I bet I'm sacred to you A pale body in the moonlight Naked for you I am nothing to you And I don't want you You are my snow spill bloodshed You're the pill under my tongue Dissolving, making me numb I don't love you It will always be that way
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
Snow Spill Bloodshed
somehow, right now, it’s winter and i’m wrapped in your embrace. somehow, it’s winter and we’re all wearing brown, sitting on soft couches and listening, pretending we’re oh so smart, when really? we’re oh, so young. and all our hearts, they’re strewn across the floor, all our work is forgotten, as we kiss and touch and watch the snow fall, and sit down to dinner, where we slow dance -in the living room, then wrap our arms around each other, repeat the same songs on some ancient tape player. those slow drumbeats, the soft jazz notes, the growing thrum of this cursed city -the one we danced to? sank into the sheets with? this, this is where we got lost in us. with the snowfall outside and, who would have noticed that we smell like something other than fall candles. i grin, and we grab our things off the floor, and laugh it off. somehow, we know this place, it’ll always be our home. after all, sweaters cover our marks in a way sun-clothes can’t, don’t they darling? now, soft skin, pearlescent, seems like some sort of luxury, a wish made during yule, something i can only share with you, because truly, i don’t think i’d want to share this cold place, unless they were you. and as we waltz to slow music, as we plan, as we laugh, as we sit down in the candles, i think i’m falling all over again, because your eyes look hodded in the light, your skin inviting, your mouth soft, and your smile makes me wish you’d swallow me whole.
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
perfect places
Children of the Moon! Abandon your worn shoes And frolic freely, barefoot In Her midnight light; Let down your lovely locks And bare your ashen skin To allow Her celestial lips Kiss your collar bones; Let Her blanket of shadows Drape over your shoulders, While She crowns you with A headdress of night diamonds.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Sovereignty of the Somber
We can talk it so good We can make it so divine We can talk it good , how you wish it would be all the time.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Fate of love.