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Kimara Young Poems
The last breath i took was my greatest, As the last tear that fell hit the floor. As the last sound i made slowly faded, I wished for just one moment more.
Your face is a cage Locked and motionless But from within The windows of eyes
Forget Me Notes
Thrum... Your fingers glide across the strings of the guitar you hold Each reverberating sound echos across my skin Digging deep like claws
I like it when they scream As i treat them to new toys, Watching tears run down your cheek Thats a sight i most enjoy.
Ooh it hurts so good, I cant get enough of this pain. The feel of your nails across my back Sends euphoria into my brain.
The Love Hate Relationship Of Smoking
Have you picked me? Out of all the others? Good. Now.
Are My Thuoghts My Own?
I write what I think I think what I feel I feel what I know But is what I know real?
My bight is far worse than my bark You only see me in the dark I'm older than I seem to be Teeth are the last thing you will see
A Fish's Tail
My eyes are blue like the ocean My skin stay moistened, though it lacks lotion Seaweed and shells decorate my hair You listen to my song, hypnotized by my stare
Where Are You?
i feel so alone always by myself even in a crowd there's no one to talk to
The Music In You
Each person has a heart And each heart has a beat Each beat creates a rhythm But it sounds so incomplete
The Ending Starts
I stare out into space for a moment Time seems to stop And my mind forms thoughts of you. Your smile that shines like sunlight in the darkness
How can you hold your smile As tears fall from your eyes? Holding to your truth Like a lifeline
I close my eyes for happy days, When i can see you face. With wrists both wrapped in leather, And a body covered in lace.
Comments about Kimara Young
I close my eyes for happy days,
When i can see you face.
With wrists both wrapped in leather,
And a body covered in lace.
With cloth around your lovely lips,
And a chain against your throat.
You are the harshest punishment,
That I have ever wrote.
Your calls from within in the paper,
Lack much to move my heart.
Your pleas for written freedom,
Rank lowly on my chart.
Oh you are not the first my dear,
Nor will you be the last.
You are just another line on this page.
And my notebook space is vast.