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 Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a
girl
I wonder what you think about when you can’t go to sleep at night.

What do you think of when you’re lying on your bed, staring at the blank spaces, muffed in the blanket you’ve had since 5.

Do you stil need to put on those indie records on the defaced  HMV Fiesta your french neighbor gifted you with?

Do you stil need someone to read to you your favourite “Tender Is the Night” for the rest of the night?

Oh how I miss when you would loll back to me while you reverberate these words, “hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.”

You pull me in, as the souls of our youth radiate through the night
You lay me down, as the moon watch over this witless night

What we wouldn't know is,
Past this adrenaline of desires,
Are torrents of pain and pretence
The darkest of the night pulls us all
In a pool of deception
and life is harder when you're not around
the water's levels climbing higher as i drown;
the air is cold and i cant feel my hands,
the knuckles on my right hand bleeds
oh so it tends;
and nights seem darker, sheltering more fright;
and days more dangerous, more burning feels the light;
like acid rains appears against my skin,
like spiderweb my armour but i take it on the chin.
and music- hopeless noise filled with vain screams
about being disappointed in what love just seems;
i scream along with them, empty my lungs;
and tears stream down my face,
i get the chance;
now all is calm, i ve had my break and let it go
im lying on the floor its dark and cold you know
and life's not needed when you're not around
that's why im lying buried deep, deep down
Feel her sea costume
And she wraps herself with waves
Her mermaid tattoo
Her life is a wondrous puzzle
The pieces all scattered
Begging to find their home,
it follows and it travels.
And it looks to find its destination.
"Are you lost?"
A million things jolt to the sound of that voice.
"Ma'am?"
And then she realized,
She was home.
I am a Flower
With
So Much Power!
Now gasping for air,
They both lie on the ground,
For one love’s touch was rough,
One healing found.


                         -saniaopai
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