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"toyed" poems
The horror, the rain, The misery, the pain. The factors of teenagehood And its ghostly being. From nasty rivalry, The silver teardrops quench the Hunger of discaring boys. They move on to their next victim. Words like love, hate, ***** Are thrown around and toyed with. Teenage socialism is a witch, Sweeping misery across the generation. Heartbreaking, the look in their eyes, Well up with tears, victims to lies. Teenagehood, it grasps you By its crooked claws. From your peace, it rips apart Your soul and leaves damage in its trail. Why do we have to suffer? Why can’t we return to the world? The world we loved and cherished. Toys and songs, now perished. Puberty, hatred, fear, They all add up to one phase in life. With its treacherous fangs. Hurt from distrust brings misery near. With sympathy to all, For a long journey ahead. Hold on to your sanity, For the reason you have previously read.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Teenagehood
I wanted to sneak into a space down the star I couldn’t sleep in a night Huh I was yet to get an answer to a quiz why! Though I showed a mirror The moon floats in the night gently, the dark could mingles into the light. But one couldn’t relay My sweetie toyed it away! As if no matter what if one wishes so is free to sway. Huh my sweetie toyed it away! Did the Moon score tapping in on the starry night’s blackboard, how many ***** Who can tell, who can tell? Though a cheering sun rises In the end by the rose. Myriads stars meltdown in a stunner’s teardrop. That stirs coming so close. Yet is a dwarf over the ocean! Touches the moon not one that pulls the most. The sea lives by the small earth There is no law in love My sweetie toyed it away!
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
My Sweetie Toyed It Away
I never really cared for blue-eyed people. Bright or pale; A common color for the male or female. But let my tell you a tale Of a blued-eyed boy Who never toyed with this green-eyed girl. He put her head in a whirl. Love is what they called it. She'd look into those blue eyes; The color she never cared for But now she could never be bored Of looking at these blue-eyed people, Who were more abundant than she thought Maybe they fought For the same thing she was looking for; The Love of a boy Who wasn't the one to toy With that green-eyed girl.
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Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 12:27 PM UTC
Blue-eyed Boy
I'm drowning, I'm drowning, In a sea of regrets and torture. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, The anchor's too heavy. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, Hold my hand and lift me up. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, Just save me from my seas. Dispirited am I, To be myself and embrace the world. Cut the threads of reality from my veins, I am not worthy of this. I am empathetic yet heartless. I am mad and saddened. Feel my walls slowly crumble, Feel the cold blood gush from my veins, I am dead to myself. I am dead to myself. I am dead to myself. Nothing contains the darkness anymore; It reeks everywhere I am. This madman's too crazy to say those four letters. Hop, rabbit, for the clock ticks faster than ever before. Endless worries will flood your head. Loop in a spiral of insanity, Play the broken tunes you hid for too long. Toyed are you too much That tears never fall from your eyes no more, Yet you still feel the pain. Turn back to reality, See the crumbling of You. I'm drowning, I'm drowning. See my body float in your despair. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, See my frozen heart shatter. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, Drain the murky waters. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, See me in moss and algae. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, Hell never felt so cold. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, Evergreen is the anchor that pins me to havoc. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, Let the ocean floor eat me alive. I'm drowning, I'm drowning, Plague all with the decay of my soul.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Waterhell
My eyes drink in this beauty, this horrible beauty, its way to much, oh to much. I think I'm going blind. All I've wanted was trust and caring, but I swear that I didn't get it didn't get yours. Am i just not enough, in your eyes. Here we are, standing face to face, those **** eyes burning holes into my memory. Is all my sorrow, all my heart ache not enough, to feed your hunger. We went though hell and high water, but you're the one that killed it, the wick of the candle burned all the way down. So get away. Get the hell away from me. I am the victim, I am the prey, I am the victim, you better pray. I'm done wasting time trying to stand by your side. You left me with all my desire, break me free. Wipe that smile from you ******* face, I'm done being toyed with, wipe that grin of your **** face. I'm ******* done.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
The Wick, The Candle
i met a boy once with bluebells for eyes a cold blue sparkling in his sockets a cancer toyed with between his fingers truth in his want but a false fidelity manner like a court joker and name fitting of an aristocrat were you embarrassed of me too you were so prone to hiding things i flowered as brightly as you we spent such short time together growing at a slow pace of course i made it a tall tale cherry lipstick across his face like an explorer flagging the wonder of a new continent like a killer especially with blood staining their fingernails unable to hide their crime and their cruelty but i guess that was foreshadowing
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
bloom
What was the point of this reverie If it just came and walked away Bringing my soul Strolling again Those deserted roads That once cherished our presence Were you there Expecting me Or was it just an embodiment Of the memories of our ordeal Who was the actual one Who willingly became a liar Who was the first person Who built mushy hope Before crushing it Without any grounds you toyed with my heart Like disastrous hurricane That unexpectedly surged and vanished You were only a shadow Of wretched past Whom sometimes got carried away By my unsettled endless dream.
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Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 6:50 AM UTC
Endless Dream
. Bonnie & Clyde You held my hart in your hands and my soul in your mouth, we watched the moon slip through the dark knight, A lullaby of blood and sticky labels, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We sang to the pound of the engine, you lay your head in my lap, so sweet so simple, you toyed with the coins in my pocket, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We danced to the backdrop of yellow fields, spattered with red confetti, shookhands with the devil, all dressed in rags, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. The devil he has taken me, and I can't run no more, No more sinning or stealing, for now my life is done; you can't save me, You can't teach me right from wrong, No more sinning, No more stealing, For now this soul has gone. Ten cops, camera and a smile, Photo for a trophy, V8 Ford full of holes, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
Bonnie & Clyde
. Bonnie & Clyde You held my hart in your hands and my soul in your mouth, we watched the moon slip through the dark knight, A lullaby of blood and sticky labels, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We sang to the pound of the engine, you lay your head in my lap, so sweet so simple, you toyed with the coins in my pocket, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We danced to the backdrop of yellow fields, spattered with red confetti, shookhands with the devil, all dressed in rags, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. The devil he has taken me, and I can't run no more, No more sinning or stealing, for now my life is done; you can't save me, You can't teach me right from wrong, No more sinning, No more stealing, For now this soul has gone. Ten cops, camera and a smile, Photo for a trophy, V8 Ford full of holes, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.
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Monogamy more like Fogogamy man playing woman Testing themselves Filling this Mythical void, only leaving women, so Toyed and torn. This False idea, If woman are not mimicking the hand they use to please themselves, they simply wash their hands of them all together. And then, the relationship, she thought was smooth sailing Completely switched up,became this sinking ship with no relation.
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Mislead and Misused
too far, too gone, a genius too blind or too dumb i should have seen this coming. like the nightmares for four months woke up crying but your assurance kept me close and coming back in fact, never left because i lack the ability to overcome my love and loyalty still, in denial that you toyed with me still, if ther's anyon's toy i'm glad to be it's yours (you sit me back on the shelf of the toystore) one day maybe but not yet i'm sure.
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Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:18 PM UTC
Toys
(Inspired by article below) I. Continuity your filibuster egg of sand dazzled curiosity with creaky shell of hints heaped upon the tedium of knowledge's unfurl undeterred by encyclopedic impatience Assurances of rip(Van Winkl)ed economics shooed paper strings of revelation like anarchy-powered taxes summoning a foreword to anachronistic campaigns of environmental friendliness II. Meanwhile years have been filed down to flashes of chronology for continuity's organic rebus However long it took the economic karma to fall into the abodes of hedonistic pharaohs it was instant Skin that ruled behind the constitution of allergic breath bailed on the bones against their most sublime intentions Limbo-treading landlords huddled in their mummified freeze after breadline bashers scolded them with the spoils of a new brand of pyramid scheming Robbers of the coffin palaces stole the intimations of identity theft from today Immortality and freedom were compelled to share a meaning like estranged siblings or bound dynasties I(a). Abydos how you coyly toyed with us with a diversion bordering on monolithic 04 23 14
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
VALLEY OF THE OTHER KINGS
Soft is the tone of your mellow heartbeat, electric is the feeling when our lips meet. manipulating are your illuminating eyes stripping me of all my control and will power. Seductive you are, this time, this hour. The silent ballet of your moans play through my ears like a first string quartet, I can't fight it,.. the thoughts in my head,.. this is what resulted me in your bed. You have toyed with me for the last time. I'm letting it all out, I'm trying to unwind. Both bodies adrenaline beating in unison, both bodies still in motion with the wants, the need of a **** To feel close again,.. But after.. I'm A                               L                                     O                                               N                                                                       E... AGAIN The lust you portray is no greater than your desire, The power I feel of your red lustful fire. I know I feel you, I can feel your warmth. I know your here, so please don't torment. My small, innocent, heart. You lay your body across mine, both of us vulnerable, skin to skin. this is it.. ****** me. Your hands, I can feel them, Your chest also heaving against mine, back and forth we commit the lustful and desirable sin. I've had my fulfillment, my satisfaction. I've been seduced by your bewildering attraction. Now it's my turn to make you feel alive.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
Seduction.
Soft is the tone of your mellow heartbeat, electric is the feeling when our lips meet. manipulating are your illuminating eyes stripping me of all my control and will power. Seductive you are, this time, this hour. The silent ballet of your moans play through my ears like a first string quartet, I can't fight it,.. the thoughts in my head,.. this is what resulted me in your bed. You have toyed with me for the last time. I'm letting it all out, I'm trying to unwind. Both bodies adrenaline beating in unison, both bodies still in motion with the wants, the need of a **** To feel close again,.. But after.. I'm A                               L                                     O                                               N                                                                       E... AGAIN The lust you portray is no greater than your desire, The power I feel of your red lustful fire. I know I feel you, I can feel your warmth. I know your here, so please don't torment. My small, innocent, heart. You lay your body across mine, both of us vulnerable, skin to skin. this is it.. ****** me. Your hands, I can feel them, Your chest also heaving against mine, back and forth we commit the lustful and desirable sin. I've had my fulfillment, my satisfaction. I've been seduced by your bewildering attraction. Now it's my turn to make you feel alive.
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414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed coolly with the final inch Of your delirious Hem— And you dropt, lost, When something broke— And let you from a Dream— As if a Goblin with a Gauge— Kept measuring the Hours— Until you felt your Second Weigh, helpless, in his Paws— And not a Sinew—stirred—could help, And sense was setting numb— When God—remembered—and the Fiend Let go, then, Overcome— As if your Sentence stood—pronounced— And you were frozen led From Dungeon’s luxury of Doubt To Gibbets, and the Dead— And when the Film had stitched your eyes A Creature gasped “Reprieve”! Which Anguish was the utterest—then— To perish, or to live?
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Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
There was a vicar from Fife Who never took a wife Instead he toyed With a choir boy And buggered him up for life
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Choir boy limerick
Through the serendipity of a naive act, A mere rumour of the bygone tale. Perceived by a small offense, Was the story of Riverdale. A machine of parts and ***** Built for an arithmetical crusade, Channeled with high voltage, The tool for every complex barricade. For science has toyed with his destiny, For his life was a written code, For his face was made of metal alloy, For his troubles laid on the same road. For his calculations were neat as heaven, As his binary numbers were perfectly synch, Like the sun rising on an early day, Like the rain falling on the same clay. But the story took a seismic turn, His mind was on a number's high, When like lightning came she, A thunderstorm from a clear sky A mermaid out of the blue sea, She touched his metal face, For she had seen none of like him. But that touch created a little spark, In the metal heart out of chances that slim. As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave, For the metal mind felt the aura, For the metal body moved to dance, For Riverdale loved that girl, For she was his fading chance. But do the humans understand love? I doubt they do, for the metal heart, Was driven out from the lands. For his story never had a start. The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain, For his metal heart rusted in vain. Over his kingdom of broken dreams, Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign. As his metal body rusted away, In the aura of an insane world, Where love is a jewellery reserved, For this misery has now unfurled, He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Riverdale
Through the serendipity of a naive act, A mere rumour of the bygone tale. Perceived by a small offense, Was the story of Riverdale. A machine of parts and ***** Built for an arithmetical crusade, Channeled with high voltage, The tool for every complex barricade. For science has toyed with his destiny, For his life was a written code, For his face was made of metal alloy, For his troubles laid on the same road. For his calculations were neat as heaven, As his binary numbers were perfectly synch, Like the sun rising on an early day, Like the rain falling on the same clay. But the story took a seismic turn, His mind was on a number's high, When like lightning came she, A thunderstorm from a clear sky A mermaid out of the blue sea, She touched his metal face, For she had seen none of like him. But that touch created a little spark, In the metal heart out of chances that slim. As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave, For the metal mind felt the aura, For the metal body moved to dance, For Riverdale loved that girl, For she was his fading chance. But do the humans understand love? I doubt they do, for the metal heart, Was driven out from the lands. For his story never had a start. The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain, For his metal heart rusted in vain. Over his kingdom of broken dreams, Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign. As his metal body rusted away, In the aura of an insane world, Where love is a jewellery reserved, For this misery has now unfurled, He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.
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He knows what he's doing a cruel manipulative mind An almost 'split personality' greatly disturbed I find I thought I was free as one situation disappears but now another has arrived tapping into all of my fears It has all the same ingredients but now served by a different spoon my strength and sanity tainted a different person singing the same tune Playing evil mind games telling ***** lies witholding information. He's like a devil in disguise! This to me is so much worse than someone yelling in my face It's without a resolution so I sit here alone, and wait I fear vulnerability it's been a dangerous place for me his actions take me back there then through the fog I cannot see The control is no longer mine I've never even been close I can be toyed with anytime by a wolf in sheeps clothes So how can I protect myself when I'm once again a vulnerable girl disabling rational thinking causing my mind and head to swirl Others around me don't sense the threat He doesn't look a menacing case but he's repeating abusive behaviour deceit is written all over his face It's a lonely,  frightening situation I can't yet see a way out I need protection from a loved one who can be the one to stand up and shout How can I explain that this idiot really frightens me? I'm feeling so insecure I just want to be held you see I want you to tell me he can't hurt me you wouldn't let him so just hold me a little closer as I'm not sure that I can cope.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
passive aggressive/wolf in sheeps clothing/ *******
Unanswered uncertainties limber up Unwanted confrontations cumulate Passion deliquescing over unexplored reason Unacknowledged, ignored, overwritten and dismissed Without consideration for his fragile heart The answers flow broiling him, wearing him down Scorn rejection, When trust is misplaced, And she exfoliates to true skin Hatred smothers over her love act Bogs him down by the shoulders All seems empty, all is empty Toyed with, lied to and used up He is a clock rigged for self destruction With no actions that lead to consequences The reason seems bleak and obvious His respect for her dies, His respect for her other doesn't exist She is not the one he loved, she is not the one that he knew A younger him he sees in her other Making the same mistake he did, mislaid trust The multifaceted chameleon that she is The other doesn't see Pouring his heart out and defending her wrongs The other starts to undermine and ignore him Move on they say, Only his heart is too heavy Forget her they say, Only she was a perennial settlement in my memory, he thought Hate her they say, Only he hates himself more for trying No one understands him Everyone tries, but no one understands He loved, he was back stabbed He suffered and suffocated under the blanket of secrets Lighten your heart brother, the mascot of a good soul You will be alright.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
One Sided.
She wanted to remain pure, unstained, unpoked. She had toyed with getting a tattoo but realised it wasn’t individual anymore. But she was in need of validation. Was she past her peak? She’s still cool right? The needle stuck into her skin like the scent of an old lover. It left a fizzy sensation behind. The ink spread. She kept poking, stabbing, stick n poking. What emerged was a star. Startled, strained by Tar, scarred, her sparkle faded.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
Tar, My star tattoo.
It creeps in the night, a drag in its step. It looks at me, those blood shot eyes. It is something I have started to despise. A small but strong foe. I hoped it wasn't so as I walked in. I could feel the heaviness in the air. Beware. I wont be scared. I will be fine. I'll confront it, it will then deny. It doesn't matter though, I'll try. That blank look peers into my soul. Selfish, out to destroy me. The troops wont be deployed. With my brain it has toyed. Beware, I need to be prepared. A step at a time inching toward this beast that awaits. Then it sees me…… It lunges forward, toward my heart. It starts to tear me apart. I crumble to the floor, looking to the door that the beasts is walking toward. I lay there, now looking at the ceiling, overcome with this sad feeling. Was this really my meaning? Breaths getting shorter, it's harder to breathe. In my final seconds my eyes start to close. The beast is at ease. It is now pleased, standing in the doorway watching me drift away. The beast then walks away, off to bed. It rests it head on the pillow getting ready for work tomorrow. I wake alone in bed. I walk around the empty house. It is quiet, it is cold. I know the story isn't done being told. When it comes home, I start to have the feeling again. With all my fright I walk into the room just to make sure the beast isn't out to play. I hold it tight, then I look up to see its bloodshot eyes. It's been a short day, It will be a long arduous night.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Baby Zombie
Her eyes are the stained glass broken from confession. Her withered hair buried beneath dirt gravel. Her forbidden mind fosters slobs of crazy. Her mind is a battlefield of Trojan takeover. Her bare feet remember sacred ground of tainted memories. Her ears embrace the screech of still weather. Her grapefruit mouth juiced with venom is tasteless. her sharp egg shelled fingertips woven from braids of straw. Her body is the Earthquake ruptured by the vibrations of collision. Her thoughts trespass gated abandonment Her firework pen exploding with gunpowder secrets. Her gunpowder secrets deterring the sanity. Her cracked lips cobweb from silenced words. Her puppet stringed smile puts on a show to the audienced world. Her soul has been toyed with by the cynical Fates. Her echo without direction is a heartbroken drum line. Her armor has been dowsed with sharp, penetrating words. Her skin has painted stories interior to her porcelain frame. Her soulless story can be dry swallowed by rocks. Her tears bleed of whispered screams.
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
Endlessly
If you look closely You will see The cracks and fault lines That comprise me From the outside, to the unattuned eye I look like a normal vase, For the glue is now dry. Truth be told I was smashed Obliterated Pieces essential to my core Strewn haphazardly across the floor. But thanks to those that saw me, And a little internal conviction. My pieces have been collected My old form resurrected. Thanks to a little glue I appear to be almost brand new. But don't be deceived For what you perceive Should not be completely believed. For the vase is very fragile, Not to be toyed with. Not a player's game. Please don't mishandle me, And resurface days of misery.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
The Vase
*Play me a sad tune And I'll sing to you Play me a sad tune And I'll dance to you* You played me A song about A boy who loved And was broken The girl he'd die for Toyed with him when Her boyfriend was busy And he treasured their time The girl who promised to love him Who made him smile and laugh Even though she was shy and scared He forgot to an undaunted charmer But all she did was wait for Him to fall And she never helped to Pick him up The shy girl waited And picked him up Spent the summer Trying to remind him Remember April And the I love yous You stopped saying back And never told me why Remember both of us Completely awkward How hard I tried To get your blue eyes I just wanted you To look at me The way you promised The way you used to September even I'd sneak up to see you I threw away everything For you Now I know That your blushes and laughs Were you shyly embarrassed Not shyly in love Now I know That the girl you loved Cut you off to better everyone You lost something different Now I know That you weren't heartbroken You were lonely With no one left but me to lust over
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
Sad Songs And Age Old Misery
Life is not a game. We are not all the same. I am a minority. Having a job is a priority. Taken for granted by the majority. You can make this world a better place. Express a pleasant nice face. Live each day live to the fullest. Visualize a destiny, a wish. That's how you will create it with a kiss. My past i don't miss. I have been cursed with the Devil's destiny. It has ****** but not corrupted me. My path to middle class success has been interrupted. By unfortunate circumstances erupted. All i need is full time work. The fabric of times quirk. Minimum wage will get me out of this cage.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Unemployed & Mentally Toyed