Beatrice Preti

Your love is like a subway
I wait here for my turn
And only underground
Will my love for you be returned
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I had a friend, but now she's gone
She found she couldn't stay for long
She had to leave because she found
That jealousy's a fertile ground
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sometimes i get jealous when i hear them sing
of love and friendship, and empty things
i had love once, but now it’s gone
all i have left are the poems and songs
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My heart knows before my head
That the love you gave me has long been dead
You pour a drink, and fix your tie
Say that you’re leaving, that this is goodbye
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On the table sat a moth
Dark against the tablecloth
Looking from a different angle
I can see its wee legs tangle
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Pawn-shop girl
Sell your heart for gold
Flaunt your wares, but be quick!
They won't want you when you're old
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like jericho the walls are tumbling
down
down
down
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In the dark, a snowflake shudders
Torn apart from its mother
The storm cloud passes, but the snowflake stays
And here it will live out its days
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Pssst! I love you!

...did you know that?
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I hate the way you haunt me
You poison all my dreams
You force me to insanity
Your visions make me scream
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I knew Love, but she broke my heart
Left me standing alone in the dark
She had her glory, but now it's my turn
To repeat the lessons she forced me to learn
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I see the tears my country cries
Behind my sunglass-shaded eyes
While trees ignite in pompous flames
Our lives will never be the same
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I'm speaking, but you can't hear me
I'm waving, but you're blind
I'd hug you if you came closer
But it doesn't cross your mind
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i killed hope in the chilly dawn pulled
up my sleeves and the deed was
done i never thought twice only took
the plunge and now you can see the
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Love is a crime that binds us to pain
Handcuffed to walls of heartache and blame
Bleeding from scabs cut out of our hearts
Leaving us broken, with souls torn apart
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The metal glistens on my neck
As it falls onto my chest
It cuts my skin, causing me pain
Is it a necklace, or is it a chain?
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A single candle shines
For a single soul
like a shrine
It flickers with each gust of wind
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and she asks me, ‘do you write? ’
well, yes, ma’am, actually i do. i write a lot. i love it.
what do you write, she says.
lots of things, i say. poetry, short stories, fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, horror, tragedy…
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A hand reaches out of an open grave
The tombstone behind has your name engraved
Your body has returned to curse us with your grace
But I can't tear my eyes away from your crumbling face
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As long as you love me, I don't need a man
To hug me at nights, or to hold my hand
I won't gawk at the gossip, or read magazines
To glimpse Harry Styles with his new beauty queen
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