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Mar Brock Sep 2013
She asks me if there is any relief
She feels like all I know is grief
And I tell her no thats not where you belong
The pain me makes me forget there is more than me
I have loved you babe all along
Its sitting here when Im alone and cant find any peace
When I pray the hour has come when you come home
I promise I will do my best to make my pain talk cease
Loving you is whats important to me
Further out than the eye can see
More than anything baby you belong
Tell me if Im bringing you down
Or I can leave and go into town
Its just to be honest no matter where I go I prefer us
Well and to go into town I need a bus
But know I would do anything for you
Without your precious love
Well I dont knlow what I was thinking of
But without your love Im only blue
The kind that sticks to you like glue
It really doent matter what I do
All the joy in my world comes from you
REAL Nov 2013
the day turned into honey
my lungs filled with its sweet taste

and my heart beat fell
i couldnt see around myself

i am stuck...
stuck...
on your skin

the taste doesnt leave the back of my mouth
and thickness doent leave my eyes

wash me down
wash me down

now...
your maple honey skin
is drowning me
Bailey Kreutzer Sep 2012
Run
Body aching,
Heart racing,
Edrenalin rushing,
Feet flying,
Rain storming,
Sweat pouing ,
Mind racing!

And for what?
What am I running from?
My past?
Yes,
My past,
The one thing that haunts me.

It may be far away now,
But it's still here
Burning my very exsitance,
Hallowing me to the core.
My very core that has frozen over with time
I no longer feel

It doent matter if I'm dripping from the rain,
Or burnt from the sun
I have one mission
And that,
Is to run.
I dreamt this actually I was running in the rain and I felt very guilty I connected the guilt with my past and withthat I was overwhelmed and wrote this I feel better now yay!
Gabriel Mar 2014
When I die, put my body in the earth
Without a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
Put me in the earth in jeans and a t shirt
The same way I lived

Tell my daughter she doent need my permission
To stay out late
To drink
To marry the man she wants
If I disapprove of him it's already too late

Tell my son to do away with formality
To buy dinner for the boy he likes
To hold the door open for everyone
And to never believe someone
When they tell him he’s a bad man

When I die, all my affairs might not be in order
But someone please put my body I'm the earth
Wthout a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
JoyAndPain Nov 2020
it doent matter the color of your skin.
we all look the same on the inside.
mostly red.
:)
Alexandra Nov 2014
Look into her eyes, she's broken.
Realiz that, that smile doent hide everything.
That pen doesnt cut the pain away.
Pain is something that demands to be felt.
Once its felt, it will slowly, but surely, turn into a memory
i have a little parrot all he does is swear
words he comes out with he just doent care
everyday the same all he does his curse
all the words he says there just getting worse

when the my friends come round my face it turns to red
i just never know whats going through is head
maybe get some tape put it round his beak
this would stop the swearing if he  couldnt speak

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