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I wish you would understand that
you're the only one for me, and I
used to dream about you falling
in love with me, but I can tell
from the way you look at her,
that I'll never be the right girl
for you.
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To believe in something
i’m drowning on the pavement
and all the voices are repeating over and over and over again
words i can’t make out
i wanted to be something beautiful
but my cells can only perform mechanical operations
no stars supernovas oceans exist in me
and the moon is like a hard knot in the sky
bleeding ichor on his other side
the sun flashes hot cancerous light blinding
and i am blind nonexistent in the daylight
invisible refracting the world around me
repeating over and over and over again
hard drum beats and tangled roots that reach out
rhythmic dying in the cold winter sun
god
oh god, i wanted to believe in something
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Leave
1. crows gathered for the last goodbyes
Leave you at your last residence
Forgotten grave, erased
From their memory after today
Don’t touch me
Just don’t, not a single word
Let me, be... covered in my sadness
Under my sunglasses, sun is gone
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I don’t need your sympathy
Just leave, I just wanna stay
Look at your grave in my own peace
Allow my tears finally flow
Scream and cursed be
Whoever took you
Watchin’ my pieces laying on the floor
I feel I failed you
Even now, I don’t know what to say
Just sit there, I can’t believe your gone
Still I know your next to me, starin’ at me
2. don
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Bliss
The red tinted moon rose across the lake, just past a line of houses and trees, looking as if a new sun were rising.
The chilled wind pushed my hair away from my face, and my worries away from my thoughts.
Then suddenly, there you were. Standing next to me, making it feel all the more like a dream.
As you took my hand, my body felt relief. Your touch puts my troubles at ease.
'We're going to our spot,' you said with a smile. The change of one simple word, filled me with happiness; it was no longer simply yours, but ours. As if the last time we were there, we had changed it's meaning.
The moon continued to rise through thin clouds; the b
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you, me, we'd be perfect for each another.
and i'm trying to be okay with that.
(is there a way, even? i don't think there is.)
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