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 Jun 2015 Xan Abyss
Tina Marie
If you were mine for as long as I wanted you

Then why are you gone with someone else

If you were the first to be my last

Then why am I alone

If you really loved me

Then how could you walk away
Bury me in an unmarked grave
When it comes to be my day
The only marker I need
Are the ones I leave

No stone do I require
To show I have passed
I'll be remembered by those I inspire
That is how I want my memory to last
 May 2015 Xan Abyss
Candy Noire
I guess it’s time to realise that this is goodbye
You’re too far gone to need me in your life
I've been sitting up at night
Wondering when you forgot the light
That you told me you saw in my eyes
Everything you said that you felt, was it a lie?

I guess it's time to realise we're both growing up
You've got your work and I'm moving on, but my heart is stuck
I keep your face stuck in my head
Think about you and feel half dead
You made me feel like I was the best
Now you're gone this pain is weighing on my chest
Never wanted you as much as I do tonight.

I need to learn to forget you
I've done it a million times before
But something about you really touched a nerve
You're the closest I have come to love
Leave me in the dark
Don't turn around, don't come back it hurts too much
If you're leaving then leave now
Don't raise my hopes to drop them down.
In a house full of unread books
In a house full of unworn clothes
Lived a lady with an unused heart.
I often wondered how this ladies heart came to be
Full of thorns and full of scorn.
In a house of open heart
In a house of open mind
Lived a lady with open wounds.
People often wondered
How she came to be
Surrounded by brambles that she refused to cut.
In the house full of stale laughter
In the house full of fresh tears
Lived a lady that was numb from the heart.
I often wonder how it will end
Apathy and self pity create barriers impenetrable
For the lady with a heart of thorns.
 May 2015 Xan Abyss
Peter Cullen
The Queen of hope,
the knotted rope.
That brought her to the grave.

The hangman's smile,
a thousand miles.
Since he was a slave.

The King of doom,
a lonely room.
Once the winning knave.

The way the shore,
will look for more.
Kidnapping the waves.
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