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I woke up
With tears in my eyes
Thinking "is this what
It feels like to be alive?"
He turned, looked through all of my lies
Said, "Darling,
We'..
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I am a native to the chaos that surrounds me,
I am no stranger to the broken home that's inside me.
There are birds in my attic
That have shattered..
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At night
I sing the music
That beats in my heart
Hopeful that the wind
Can carry it back to you
By morning.
Listen to the birds, lovely,
They..
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The wind wanders
In strange ways this time of year.
All of the leaves seem
To tumble in the same direction.
I close my eyes and
Listen to the E..
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My depression,
She is both sensitive and aggressive.
When I try to escape,
She drags me back down
Back down the dark hole
I've never liked to g..
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Love is soft.
Love is gentle.
Love is fragile.
We are our own sunshine in the rain.
We are but the petals of the same flower.
We are fragile.
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Last summer, I was very cold. I had the sun to warm me and my skin burned often but not so red that it hurt. I would lay under the sun on the beach an..
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There's a light outside his window
That illuminates the silhouette of his face
And when everything falls dark
When all of my senses go numb
I can ..
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He tells me that my skin is soft and
In a wave of autumn, I shiver.
The window's open,
My hearts astray,
He hates the cold and
I love the goosebu..
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Love is its own entity
A feeling, an emotion.
A phenomena that creates a gap
In time and space
Where we can swim through the
Deepest waters of ou..
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