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You sing your precious lullabies I see right through your sheep's diguise. There are no diamonds in the sky and the twinkles in your eyes are lies.

Ah, you!Dressed in the color of envy. Bent by the weight of silence.I weep for you.

Often, we mirror less-than-stellar examples of love.

Hope, buried by a handful of years, will still bloom in the slightest bit of sunshine.

Fingers tracing the buttons of your spine, wrestling tangles from your hair Chapped lips, like braille, betray my desire to ask you if we'll e..

Why must autumn roses always be forlorn? Maybe, like me, they're all dying to be reborn.

For Edward

Fill my cracks with gold,so that I may shinein all the broken places

How sad it isthat after all that vaporous camaraderie,the moment a raindrop is formed,it is doomed to fall

I feel at home within nightfall, our bright star's cyclic curtain call. I feel at ease 'cause in the end, comes darkness calling for us all. The..