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My favorite time of dayAre the seconds when I wakeBefore my eyes have openedTo see your gentle faceAnd I’m a..

Bars that look like prisons Separate us from him With courage in his heart But his countenance quite grim Unt..

And this love was not the quick kind Nor the drink of cheaper wine Of lovers stricken blind It was..

A poem about trusting people who don't really know what's best for you

A poem about self-injuring

Desire was instantaneous, Rare, And celestial. I wanted her smile ..

A box that read, “please open me”With pretty package glitteringAnd curiosity thus intriguingTo unfold ..

The air that she would swallow Became water past her tongue So every time she tried to breathe She drown..

She was drunk every night From an alcohol ersatz Intoxicated; fiercely wasted On the champagne of her t..

His eyes Were wayward And that simply Would not do