love ya like the sun came out
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it is a tiring thing, to feel everything like this. one part deepest ocean
trench, one part flying out of the atmosphere. and it is not stable,
either. one...
MJ
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As I hear children laughing and playing a considerable distance behind me
I light up my stone cold cigarette.
Her green spades light up my lungs,
Digging int...
I'm Scared Too
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if you want to give up on me
give up because you don't love me
give because you don't see a future with me
give up because you're not ready for a commitment...
you settle my soul.
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Dear you,
I used to use these metaphors for love, like "he was the moon," or "he was
the sun".
I don't feel like those metaphors were wrong, because I rea...
Not about people. Just an old car
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I could explain to you
A rusty car
And how it's ugly because of the missing paint
The graffiti on the passenger side door
The missing wheels and axles
How al...
Remorse
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I still remember what it was like.
And as I've grown older,
I still wonder about the paths that I could have taken,
and each separate incident that closed a ...
Lost in my Safe-Haven
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Sometimes I need to clear my head and have a good place to think and the
best place to do it is a coffee shop.
Walking into the shop as the sweet, bit...
The Yellow Brick Road Will Lead You Nowhere
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Bricks are made with the color of love.
Shaded by the crayons you left behind for me.
Bricks make up the wall that I call writers block.
Bricks com...
I don't know why, but I looked at this for a long time.
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