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  Apr 2015 Taylor Lynn
Maryrose Alarcos
Look at me, please
Stop being so insecure
Forget about everything
And focus on this thing right now
Look at me, for crying out loud!
I don't care about your past
I don't care about your flaws
I don't care about your sins
I care about you
I care about us
Now, can you just kiss me
And face the future together?
  Apr 2015 Taylor Lynn
Ahmet
She is the woman,i love
Wiping away questions like,
When,where and how..
She is the woman,i love
Tweeting like a bird in dawn
Now,here and with a joy, so divine
She is the woman i love
seeking truths with her heart somehow
Is a bud still waiting to blossom, but how?
she is the woman,i love
Reminding of freedom like a dove in blue sky
Flying as a bird and can easily be hurt,so fragile
She is the woman i love
Through the darkness what i hope
Glows upon a star that she holds
She keeps much more than anyone knows
And since once my heart has seen how her heart flows
I began to call her so,the woman i love.
We can never know what future brings
Among your hopes,you look for a relief of a belief
Whenever i feel like being close to her grief
There i turn into a wind carrying beauties for her to give
As she has made me believe,
There is love and
She is the woman i love..
Taylor Lynn Apr 2015
He left you alone,
standing there in the pouring rain.
He wore away at you,
piece by piece ,
he wasn't there for you when you needed him the most.
No,
you didn't matter,
darling you weren't **** to him.
He had more important things to do,
like play with his little girlfriends.
Darling he never loved you,
just look at yourself,
you're a mess.
Darling you meant nothing to him,
you were just a temporary time holder.
Until you became a bore,
and he found a new one.
All you ever were,
was something for him to keep himself entertained with.
Oh yes darling I know its, sick
I know its twisted ,
but do you honestly think he cared?
No, because he doesn't.
Darling he claimed he loved you,
with his sweet lies like poison,
when we all knew in reality,
he was ******* the girl next door.
Oh foolish girl,
you really thought theres such a thing as forever?
That was an illusion he made you believe,
just so he could have his temporary satisfaction.
His satisfaction of destroying you,
tearing you apart, and ruining every part of you.
Oh darling you deserve so much more,
you deserve to feel what real love,
when its shared from both sides,
Foolish girl,
you believed him all along,
you were the puppet in his hands,
and he wasn't finished playing his games with you,
oh not quite yet.
But darling you're not so foolish anymore,
and we both know,
who will come out stronger than ever.
T.B.
Taylor Lynn Apr 2015
She's like a flame,
dancing back in forth,
flickering and crackling through the night.
When fueled,
with love, hate, or passion.
She will grow and flourish,
but when stomped out,
and extinguished by the twisted venom,
that pours from life itself,
she vanishes and all thats left is ash.
But that flame thrives,
and it grows and burns strong,
flickering more than ever before.
That flame dwells with enough power,
to burn everything in her path,
and she's just waiting to be ignited.

T.B.
  Apr 2015 Taylor Lynn
Lyra
Excuse me, may I have your attention please?
I'm screaming, I'm broken, I'm on my knees.
Everyday is a torture, with frustration and fear,
Close  your eyes and look at me, the end is near.

Excuse me, may I have your attention please?
Destruction and desperation is all I see.
Cuts and bruises are crystal clear,
Close your eyes and look at me, the end is near.

Excuse me, may I have your attention please?
I'm exhausted and empty and begging for release.
Today is a blur and numbness is all I hear,
Close your eyes and look at  me, the end is near.

But no, your eyes are open but you're not looking at me,
Your eyelids are blinking but you don't see;
I was trapped but now I surrender my barriers,
The end is not near, no, the end is here.
Taylor Lynn Apr 2015
She's only a child,
but yet has been stripped of her innocents.
She came home upset,
bad day,
heads for the dresser drawer,
nothing good can come of this.
She tries to drive the pain away,
then closes her eyes,
found relief in a knife.
As she cries,
the blood flows down her arm,
curled up on the floor.
She had hoped for something more to come of this.
The deeper she hurts,
the deeper she cuts,
it only gets worse.
She lays there on the bathroom floor,
curled up crying.
What has become of her?
Life has become such a hassle,
that she pierces through her skin.
What kind of world is this?
Where a child would like to die?
T.B.
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