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 Dec 2019 Wilbur
Angel
Those love songs
I don't want to hear
Those love letters
I don't want to read

That ******* face
I don't want to see
That promises
I don't want to fulfill

When you left me all alone
You bring out the best of me
So don't call me on my phone
'Coz baby I'm better without you

I know someday she will realize
she's better without you too
So hard to analyze
How I fell inlove with you
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
Angel
For all the times I waited
For all the times I wasted
For all the people I hated
For all the accusations  
That I didn't

Dealing with monsters,
Living in my mind
Feeling the disaster  
That came into my life
There is fear that I can't hide

Living without you
Is like  dying inside
Losing you in my sight
Is like feeling blindfolded
Cannot do anything without a guide

Right now I wanna say this words
To explain my world
To explain what I feel
To be out and free
This is my story
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
Angel
Smile
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
Angel
I saw you in a picture with her
Smiling like you are the king of the world
I know that you're smiling for her and it really hurts  
I don't have any right to say this words
Every time I see you I also smile
Exactly the way you smile for her

I see happiness in your sparkling eyes
I know you are being loved
Now that I regret treating you as cold as ice
Because before I'm scared of being loved
I have trust issues
Now that I'm ready to have you
All I can do is wipe my tears with tissues
Because you are now with somebody new

You make my smile the greatest things that I missed
The happiness in my eyes that I can't see
Being loved, that I will not going to feel  
The memories that I will cherish for thousand years
Hey, this is for you, hope you're happy now. I always love you.
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
N
A drunken god has
spoke you into existence
A stolen diary that told you,
it’s a sin to return this body
even if its weak bones
couldn’t carry the weight
of your heavy heart

I know I can speak myself out of it
With a blade in my hand
standing on the edge of the stage,
I’ll wait for the Almighty to sober up
and watch me steal his role

After twenty years of rehearsal
I’ll play god,
lights will go off,
and curtains will close

Your followers will clap in awe
at my convincing performance

As I bow before them
As I fall before you
This is merely satire.
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
Mari
I guess in the end, it is true
that mastering the mind takes
maybe a lifetime

But even this is alright
because what's important is
this time we take to grow and
be generous to ourselves

We deserve the love
we give too easily,
so willingly,
once trust feels like
it's been formed,
back to ourselves

In fact, we may deserve it the most
but this is difficult to see
or understand
since we are all far too used
to giving more to others
than to ourselves

If only people knew
that we all carried the same fears,
the fear of being
disliked or rejected,
that we all just want to
have a sense of belonging

Maybe then, this world we live in
wouldn't have to feel so beak
or like its always against us at times
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
N
An angel,
spreading her wing
to take me under it
to ease the anguish
of my heavy heart

A heavenly creature
fled from a lover’s hell
to purify her stained heart

I never felt loneliness
till my lusted angel
flew back to her realm

Will she ever fly back
and risk losing another feather?
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
Lizzie
Hollow
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
Lizzie
I feel so alone, the hollow shell of an empty soul.
Wishing for someone to hold me as I'm falling, deeper and deeper.
You've been gone for so long,it feels like a knife's been wedged between us and I don't know how to fix it.
I know you don't notice the strain on my part trying to say something that isn't stupid or irrelevant to you, it's hard...
I feel like I'm swallowing glass, the shards tearing apart my throat..
Keeping me from saying what I'm thinking or feeling..
Please understand... I need a helping hand...
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
N
Azrael’s Garden
 Dec 2019 Wilbur
N
A rotten skull
wired to feel melancholy

A nightmare self
that only saw freedom
at the tip of a kitchen knife
isolated from this life

A mind
with death plants
flourishing inside it

A garden of Angel's Trumpet
abloom with a deadly touch
recherché but poisonous

One of Azrael’s early visitors,
I’m now a flower in his graveyard
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