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 Apr 2016 Thebrokengirl
naeuta
love*
   is but
    a simple word
      that feels the night
        go by
          and by the time
            it grows,
              it's gone -
                left
                  never
                  ­  to
                      survive.

i passed the time
  seeking
    wandering, round
      and round
        a dream
          and when the darkness caught me
            i seldom
              cared
                to scream.

i picked up all the lilies
  my fancies,
    gone
       and lost
         and gray
          i never saw past
           the illusion
            for
              it was all
                gone away.

i sought out heaven's seeking,
  speaking,
    i never thought i'd say
      the days, the ways
        to ever know
          how it feels
            for
              love
                to
          ­        slip
                    away.
 Apr 2016 Thebrokengirl
naeuta
goodnight, sleep tight
don't let the bed bugs bite
and if they do
then take your shoe
and knock them till they're black and blue.

goodnight, sleep tight;
carry me away with all your might
and when you do
I'll have good news
and I'll be pretty
dressed in blue
how maybe then
you'll love me, too.
perhaps I am just
a mere bird in flight
so if I may
or if I might
I wish, I wish
for things to be right
yet I am a mere child
filled with fright
who once believed
the world was bright.

goodnight
sleep tight
how I sang you to sleep that night
you looked so blue
in the morning dew
it wasn't a surprise
your life was through.
you rest among the flowers
all dressed in white
and I wished that I may
I wished that I might
but I never got
what I wished for that night.

goodnight, sleep tight
I gazed at the stars
and held you tight
and on that day
I didn't fight
for what I knew
no words could write.
I wished I may
I wished I might
maybe one day
I'll be a bird in flight,

I wished for may
I wished for might
yet all I could say
was goodnight.
wrote this when I was 12
so don't judge me
[iknowitswaytoolongimsorry]
when we are little everything seems big

the older people will tell you scary stories about the world
how it changed over the years and how you should live
they will tell you all the things you never wanted to hear

but they wont tell you about the flowers and gardens
about the oceans and birds flying in the sky, the sunrise
the stories about happiness are like a forbidden secret
something you need to discover yourself in this world

I always wanted to die young because growing up scared me
I remember saying these terrible things to myself in the mirror
things like you wont ever reach seventeen, you are not worth living

and now Im sitting in my room at the age of seventeen
still discovering the little secret called happiness
maybe I will never figure it out or maybe I do someday

oh well for now Im just fine with being a teenager in love.
oh well

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