| You are the beat to my heart. My one and only. I need you, or I won't be me anymore. Please don't do this. Please don't leave. My love for you can not be measured for you, my sweet. I rest here hoping, praying you won't go. I only need a little while longer, just to get more of my fill. Of course I can never have my fill of you, my love. |
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Twelve o' ClockTrapped inside my head, These thought’s won’t cease to be, Though medicated, I feel isolated, I’m losing my humanity, The needle breaks my skin, Another trophy for the wall of shame, I know who to blame, For my pain, Yet the only one judged is me, No jury, No gavel, Only him and his laughter, Claiming me bit by bit, The clock strikes twelve and I go to hell, The blackness is my escape, I squirm as I burn, I twist and I turn, He is the one I hate, Though you bled my heart and broke my head, I’ve had my vengeance, You are dead, Now as you rot, In the abyss, You will never rest, Be sure of this, I took your life once, It willTwelve o' Clock
by ~REPP56
It's good...Oh God, I’m sorry, I know what I’ve done, You’re safe, that’s great, that’s right, I’m high, I’m searching, spinning every way around till I hit the ground, crashing to the earth splashing to the waters, seeking love and peace, you’re okay, that’s right, it’s over, it’s over, my pain is your salvation, orchestration of my obliteration, castration of my mentality, lifting me like gravity, I don’t wanna be the one to leave you so soon, I want to hold you all the time, but baby, we both know, you’re sleeping alone tonight, as long as you’re safe, in our place, I’m okay, aIt's good...
by ~REPP56
My Gay Friend and MeI was eight years old When I learned his name He taught me all kinds of games Imagine my surprise as a teen when he told me of his sex-ualityMy Gay Friend and Me
It made some sense as time went by I learned he could braid while I could try
As time went past and we grew old he grew tall and I grew bold
Then on the street Someone called his name He turned around... He died that day.
The man was cruel the man was young He shot my friend
thought it was fun He was drunk as far as I could see
And
by ~Archykins
If These Walls Could TalkIf these walls could talk, boy They would tell you of coincidental fires Of children in their gutters Of termites in their wood.If These Walls Could Talk
If these walls could talk, boy,
They would tell you of clandestine affairs Of rats in their rafters Of bats in their belfries
If these walls could talk, boy, They would talk of the drinking and the drugs Of snakes beyond their sight Of rain beyond their reach
If these walls could talk, boy, They would tell you of broken lives and beaten wives Of blood on their floors Of ash in their foundations
by ~DarkSoulDivinity
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- Favourite band or musician: Too many to choose from.
- Favourite genre of music: Almost anything.
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All I know is, I didn't start out good at all [I'm still not], but it takes a bunch of practise.
I wouldn't give up entirely at all. Maybe still write, just for yourself?
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I i m a g i n e...
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Like the wind, your voice always carries a different song. Maybe one day...just maybe...you'll sing mine.
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I see the life, I see the sky
I'd give it all to see you fly
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SCHWING
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The mind is like a parachute, it works the best when its open.
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