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Unheard-of Nov 2013
They say roses are red
and violets are blue
But what if I'm colour blind?

What if roses are blue
and violets are red

What if the grass is grey and the sun is black?

What If your love is fake?
You're a mistake.
But wait
Don't hesitate

To take your blue roses
and your red violets
with you

And give them to the next girl in line at the flower shop

Let's hope she's not colour blind too
Unheard-of Nov 2013
i think I'm addicted to the ache in my bones
the sinking feeling in my chest
the feeling of tears behind my eyes
just bursting to be released.

a dam breaking.

the salty water finding its exit
seeping through the cracks in the corner
a sudden pleasure when the water gushes
                                                          ­         down
                                                                ­          my
                                                    ­                        cheeks.
Niagara falls.

i think I'm addicted to
                                                               depression.

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