Shelby Burnside

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sunday, sunday, sunday.
all is moving, heart is beating.
a question and an answer
never thought i'd hear you say.
...

x marks the spot where you'll kiss me, over and over again.
and o, as i wrap my arms around your hips.
love, when you touch me, the world is crashing outside.
the chemistry between us baby, is causing bombs to collide.
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falling in love alone
quietly and you dont know
sitting there i see a smile
my heart it skips
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you get what you want
you dont call me again
thats how it usually goes
that how it usually ends
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kiss and a skip of my heart
you have the control of my mind
as much as you say this is only the start
and i wish you to be my one-of-a-kind
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lost, confusion.
no news on where you are.
miss your smile,
your breathing in my ear.
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and here i go again
falling deep falling fast
and here the grounds so close
taunting mocking of the pain
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wishes dont really matter since theres no genie in my bottle
just a half empty sort of pleasure thats supposed to end my pain
promises are worthless if theres no one there to keep them
just a half empty sort of pleasure thats supposed to end my pain
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stars are within reach when your in my arms.
the sky isn't even the limit when you kiss me
and we're floating into heaven.
spinning upward uncontrollably
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and as i walk away
just remember
im the static on your tv screen
always have been
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the rock falls off the edge
my toe taps another and i wait
for the soft noise of it falling down the ridge.
for a moment i will fly;
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i dont know what to do anymore.
i'm lost and i'm incomplete.
the tears im crying- in reality shouldn't be here.
why are they?
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thoughts.
drifting through my head, making me stop and stare into the air wanting an answer.
this is what you do to me.
this is how it works.
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tired and lonely
starting to cry.
trying to wish upon a shooting star
that never passes by.
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staring into the dark
wishing you could be with me
but you dont...even care...
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Dear god,

i don't want to cry.
please take these tears and put them back inside, inside my heart where they belong.
...

Shelby Burnside Biography

I write poems to express myself. to let others know, maybe they're not the only ones going through this. i just want to be able to change someones life, just one, for the better.)

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Sunday Sunday Sunday

sunday, sunday, sunday.
all is moving, heart is beating.
a question and an answer
never thought i'd hear you say.
i dont remember dying
but the paper knows the pain.
sunday, sunday, sunday.
it beats beneath my chest.
holding on, all but destroyed.
i hold only memories in my eyes.
and those promises. break them?
i can't, i can't, i can't.

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