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>“Do you like my red shoes?”>“They’re green”It is but an obsessionA passionIt’s art!Plush emerald carpetsSna..

I was once desired Much enjoyed As I bounced and see-sawed in his careful hands I knew what it felt like to be savoured I was his fluid confidence..

Remember when we couldn't wait to grow up? Before Peter flew back to Neverland And the Rugrats were all grown up We would pick at scabs Not emot..

Oh but she is patient Quite content with her placement Her beady eyes spy The oblivious people going by Silence is her vow Not a single sound she..

Obsesses and possesses Seizes the heart Turns mouth to dust Hairs stand on end Breaths chased too quick Muscles slowly paralyze Doubt seeping ..

When you are subject to scrutiny, And all eyes are on you Like metallic snouts, waiting, When pictures singe, And memories burn; Th..

Don’t take me for a fool. I know the likes of you! Deception and lies are all you’re good for, But that’s no good at all. Wea..

If you were a starlit journey, I would, with a compass etched into my heart, Travel through the skies, Toss pebbles to the ocean, Tickle the eart..

To,The Busboy I wasn’t prepared to be a tossed toy, I wasn’t prepared to lose a lost boy. And I didn’t plan on this. It was y..

The more he should pull, The more of a mess he will make, These stitches that itch, Maybe he is blind, To this, To me and my bubbling temper, W..