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Lynn Nov 2019
An emotion of emotion
The ability to feel emotions
The control of thought
and master of habits
The start of attachment
And ending of will
The idea of caving
And the distortion of lonely
Cause us all to call it love
Lynn Jun 2019
Child unphased
comes  to sleep ,driven by dreams
Painted to through nightmares
step into the abyss of what was once eternal.
Lies
Found your window through sleepless souls
underneath it was only desires
Lynn Jun 2019
It
It hurts.
It’s it fault.
He’s hurt.
It’s it’s fear.
The last thing, it’ll ever wish.
The only exit for sleep.
It craves the unconsciousness.
It sleeps to erase the thought of he.
It dreamed of he.
It cries.
he laughs.
It’s it, It hurt he.
He loved it.
It dreams to sleep.
He
Lynn Jun 2019
He
If memories give life
Then through my mind you will never die.
If all our dreams are projections
Then through my dreams you will never leave
If you’re here because I’m broken
Then through this pain I wish to live.
If all you want is this vessel
Then with my last breath I’ll live it here.
I’ll stay here till the stitch of my obsession binds is beyond separation.
I’ll be your breath you’d be my song our existence would be there
If only...
He
Lynn Jun 2019
The flame hurt the girl.
The flame spread until she was engulfed and left with a paper thin sheet for her heart.
The flames took her mind.
It crush the hope of ever leaving as she sinks deeper, bleeding.
This flame showed her joy.
It rose her hope and kept it low enough to crush with a single word.
The flame knew her vow
It did not care and whispered words only she could understand.
The flame knew her pain.
It shone inside and let her see without every letting her touch.
It left her black, after the heat became too much and she give in to this act call love.
He
Lynn Jun 2019
You see her beauty
where she does not lie
That’s her only disguise.
High
Lynn Jun 2019
Smile wider girl for life is kind.
Under the tent of true disguise
Your muscles strain to your demise
Keep feet within the shallow hide.
They will not come
They will not save
They sink you deeper than yesterday
They shut the light
They cut their faces
The last things shown is no ones grace
I see you more
I see you most
I whisper all your hidden hope
You name me blind
You turn the light
My dear sweet girl you cannot lie
I am your truth
I am your fear
I am the only thing you see
I see you pure and full of greed
As your blood flow I’ll be so near.
This is how I feel most time
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