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WickedHope Feb 2015
When you burn paper
It curls in
From the edges
Getting smaller
I am the opposite

Burning
Brightly unfurling
Growing
A mess
Carelessness at it's best
Error.
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Doy A Jul 2015
And when I think of you
I feel good about myself
And it doesn't matter if I'm broke
Or if 3am makes me sad

Because when I think of you
I am proud of myself
And it doesn't matter if I'm a mess
Or if some things can't be fixed

As I think of you
And realize all these
I fear for my life

I can't contain these feelings
Or cage them in my heart

So here is my ink, my blood
My skin made of paper,
I surrender all that matters
Please
Don't come to me with matches
Or with the fire in your soul
Because I easily burn.
thoughts scattered
across the page
just like the ones
painted in red
f Oct 2014
rain trees "it's ok. go on."
harsh impact
droplets paperskin
try
"i can't i tried."
bruised swollen tender
hold on
never settle
only the best
only the best
for the King

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