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I don’t think it’s my time to go,
But here I am hanging from a ledge,
My fingers slipping,
My arms loosing their strength,
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To many times I’ve been hurt,
To many times I’ve been blamed,
To many times my heart has been shattered,
Into so many pieces that I’m afraid,
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Here I stand in the darkness of the night
Where only the stars see me,
For I am in the blackest shadows
Flat up against a wall
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Ang3l mine I wish u were here,
I feel so helpless without u near.

If we were together,
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Sitting on your lap,
Wearing some old blue jeans,
Under an enchanted oak,
When the sky starts to shadow,
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You’re like an infection inside of me,
Something to consume my entire being,
Take control and capsize me,
Make my eyes go foggy at your thought,
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</>Feelings rippling through my skin,
A new desire that’s been let in,
Overwhelming as a fire,
Consuming as a master writer.
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A salty mist swirls around us,
Landing on our skin,
And tangling in our hair
As we sit on the golden sand,
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Illuminating the world around us,
Flowing from being to mortal,
Surging out of the center of time,
Tying spirits together,
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I fell in love with the words you wrote,
The poems you penned,
The ink you bled,
You seemed to pore your true feeling out onto the page,
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In a room that’s left forgotten,
With lights that will not shine,
Sits a girl whose heart is broken,
In a corner of her time,
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Children's stories seem just that,
Only stories,
Nothing more,
And nothing less,
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When you can’t enjoy nature,
You color me miserable blue.
When you consume spirits
You color me senseless red.
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At night I lie in the grass,
Starring into the deathly black sky,
As dark as the blackest ink,
Yet as smooth as the softest silk,
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Coldness creeping in,
As darkness clouds my eyes,
My hands start to shake,
Stilled only by nails digging into me.
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The truth has only recently been unveiled to me,
& the reality that lies in wait behind the red velvet curtain disheartens me.
I didn’t think it’d matter so much, I didn’t think I’d care:
I was sourly wrong.
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I feel so alone, in this dark sound proof room,
My wings clipped, my heart dead,
But still
Beating.
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Sitting on a deserted park bench,
The rain whispers down onto my unguarded skin,
Drenching my hair,
But I can’t feel it.
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Standing in the rain;
My face contorted in pain,
I try to understand,
The feelings overflowing my crimson hands.
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</>It’s amazing how quickly you can change my mood,
So much in fact that I feel quite bipolar,
The ups and downs making me sick,
Yet for some reason I keep talking to you.
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