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NightsI could die on nights like these. Take the long way home. Roll down the windows & open the sunroof. Hands straight up, feeling the wind. Close my eyes and let it sink in. Crash.Nights
by ~uninspired097
The Cloud HouseAnd now I finally see that this cloud that I have claimed residence on for the past few months is starting to drift away.The Cloud House
It has deceived these innocent eyes and now with the clearing of the puffy white material, a new scene is set before me, a real one, the ground.
It seems I’ve been here all along, unknowingly and unaware.
This cloud, that I perceived as beauty, turns out it’s just a fog, keeping me from going to the store or getting my mail.
It kept me from getting the emotions that have been sitting in my mailbox since that fateful June day.
You mailed them becau
by ~uninspired097
This Heartthis heart. this heart is broken. this heart is used. this heart is cracked, shattered, and bruised. this heart was mine. then I so ignorantly gave it to you. now it’s somewhere, lost... (possibly in the depths of the sea of blue) you were careless. you ran wild and free. you did what you wanted with it. you just muffled my sad, pathetic pleas. the pleas to stop and listen and care. the pleas that if heard, would have stopped us from going there. (but you had a head start...congrats on winning the race) so now I live, with this heart, lacking a reguThis Heart
by ~uninspired097
The Worstsellers List*Slam* That’s all I hear. Along with the sound of your footsteps, (which were once drawing nearer to me…) walking away. You opened the book. At least you tried. Because let’s face it, you never were one to read in the first place. But you read this one. I’m so proud of you. It just happened to be this book. This one rare book, with my face plastered on the top. “Never judge a book by its cover” But you did. (you’re not an easy judge to please, especially with that horse of yours sitting so high,The Worstsellers List
I don’t think you
by ~uninspired097
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pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think I’m just a mess of badly drawn lines. I’m just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice. my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I can’t see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.pretty boys break hearts.
‘why do you love me?’
‘you make me happy.’
I never could figure out just how. was it
by =Pretty-As-A-Picture
stepsBroken neck like broken spine i know now, you were never mine i'm happy now, come back no more his eyes like gold they make me soarsteps
your eyes broke me, and singed my brain i couldn't believe that those feelings remain(ed) they're gone, don't want you back i won't make up for everything you lack
i'm over it now, i'm over you i have been for some time, too and nothing has changed, my heart still hurts but not for the same childish reasons or words
i'm sorry, my mind has no time for your games i'm sorry,we burned this bridge and extinguished the f
by ~before-after
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Hold your head high heavy heart.
can't wait to see some of your stuff
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if i was young, i'd flee this town
i'd bury my dreams underground
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All is fair in love and war... and frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
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