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ShadowIt's coming from my fingertips. The room's dishevelled, it's that type of weather. It's not the wind that's keeping me held; or what's holding me inside.Shadow
It's that shadow of a person, eager to chase me down. It's that shadow of a person, trying to make me drown. Stuck between myself and it, I'm unsure of where to go. Can anyone be of assistance? Help me not feel so low?
This shadow of a person, keeps right onto my heels. The shadow of a person, is what's making me not feel.
Feeling like my knees are broke, with both
by ~vnshngsky
HourglassI'm melting, And it is all for you. I'm singing, And it is all for you. I'm smiling, And it is all for you.Hourglass
Waking up next to you. Makes me know I'm ok. Being in your presence, guides my every way. Looking is believing, All I see is you. An hourglass that's endless, I'll walk it's sands,
it's true.
Hold me close, And lay me down. Don't ever turn away. Your arms are a comforter, tell me that you'd stay. Please love, don't ever go aray.
I've melted, And it was all for you. I've sang it a
by ~vnshngsky
Monday's Broken CloudI've fallen down a flight of stairs. Thinking that I have broken every bone in my body. By the looks of me, no bruises there. Noone can tell how broken and swollen I really am. No agony is visible. I'm forced again, to walkMonday's Broken Cloud
on broken ankles and a fractured spine.
I can't reach any further. I'm stuck at defeat. All I can hear are whispers of, "Would you look at her" and
"who is she to plead"
I can never faulter, it's just not allowed. So why and I not moving? Allowing you to pick up my broken cloud? &nbs
by ~vnshngsky
expect backThis is nonsense. Complete and total crap. I shouldn't have to wonder,expect back
for love or just a trap. I really think I love you. I think only about you. Where are we going? What do we have to show?
Can you really do this? Or is this just filling time? I'm never really happy. Or is that I'll never be? An emptyness that's lurking,
Noone but me can see.
You're welcome for the things I gave. I shouldn't have expected back. There seems to be a giving tree, and I think the trunk is me. The apples keep on pumping out. Did you k
by ~vnshngsky
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Dead LineWhy does everyone that loves me insist on telling me I’m beautiful like it’s the only thing I need to be? And when the love is lost, so then my beauty goes with it-- but where does it go? I called you the other night because for once I needed you And you so elegantly turned me down because my needing you is of no consequence It’s only when you need me that a 1 am, 2 am, 3 am phone call is acceptable And now you expect me to keep answering Well fuck that and fuck you I don’t know why I didn’t realize after all this time that common ground is only common wDead Line
by ~sweet-ophelia
White Pages I never realized how many white vans existed until you broke up with me.White Pages
We were some pair, they said. Whenever I was without you, a dotted outline followed me where you should be, but it was never long before you filled it in. Now your absence was no missed call, no ten-minute drive, no “see you tomorrow”—it was the final chapter, the last episode, the drop of the curtain. First, came confused anxiety—silent phones, compulsive deletions, false up and down hopes, nausea like you wouldn’t believe, and no sleep to make it all better. I wanted relief, I wanted peace of mind, I wanted to know what you knew. Y
by ~sweet-ophelia
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~Oscar Wilde
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Catastrophe I know I can be
Please tell me am I crazy?
Are you crazy for me?"
-Hey Mercedes
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"Dusk dropped her starry gown
I whispered out
'Sweetie, are you here with me?'
The mirror crashed on the dresser
and she began to scream,
'Bloody murder! Let me rest in peace!
When I was yours, you fled the scene.
Now you can't wash your hands of me.'" - Cursive
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