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6:45 I look at the clock and it's 6:45 And it's ticking is louder than ever I'm going to die at 6:45 Or 6:46 if I take to long I can't seem t..

I don't like Sundays Because on Sundays I used to see you at church And steal glances of you from across the hall I don't like Mondays Because I u..

I don't choose to live in constant light I HAVE to And I HAVE to Because I see in black and white Which leads to a lot of confusion A lack of dep..

I was red And you were blue I was the heat and fire I was the passion and poetry I was the mistakes and the grieving You were the cold and th..

I have Dozens of your love notes Wrapped inside an old plastic sandwich bag In my closet I remember Losing them at the airport On my way to Ital..

It's nights like these I realize The moment I lost everything Was the moment I lost you

I used to fear death A lot I was the safest of the safe And ceased to take risks But ever since you came and went I'm left with a little bit of ..

One moment I'm all here Morals and priorities and all And the next I'm gone Poof And all that's left is Luxe She's a w***e And selfish And the ..

In my mind There is a home And in this home There are floral curtains That shade the room from The lack of sunlight outside The floors are erod..

The squinting of your eyes In a pathetic attempt to look at portions Of the horizon Doesn't do much justice To the blue green rays that lie within..