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Your moon is no different from mine,But they sure as hell aren’t the same,I can’t even remember the last time someone said my name.
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It’s discouraging, life is…One morning you wake up and it’s snowing outside, and you confide beneath the half-dozen blankets to kee..
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Holidays are always hard.
The days
I hoped I’d see you…
Your name came up in
conversation the other night,
but I
swear to you I a..
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Broken.Silently whisper into the winds of the night praying to be heard.Praying to a God I haven’t seen in months.And as the earth that stands c..
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Vacation getaway.
Conversations with friends,
And God pounding on my door frame.
The louder the memories,
The quicker I return,
And last n..
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The sun burns me with regret and yet
the glow of it leaves me speechless.These moments I throw towards the wind always
seem to find their way back.
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I see pictures of when the colors were once in our eyes linking
(separately) to the light in the sky.
At which was once the worst time in both of ..
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Emotion is all I'm trying to relay.
Just like most of my writing, this is a way to filter my brain.
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Wrote this in March, 2009.
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Cancel the call; I’m
not sure I can talk.
My tongue is wrapped in plastic, smothered in
the stench of overrated words.
They trip and then st..
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