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Shooting stars don't hold magic anymore.Compliments don't change how I look at myself.These four weeks have felt like four days.I'm ashamed how I let ..
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The radio is littered with songs about love.Broken hearts, what itcould be or what itwas.And I'm justtrying to get myself to work.Butevery stationmake..
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I already tried to write away my pain once.But I guess there's more in me than I thought.I reached in my purse,andfound the necklace that you bought.I..
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You took my heart,I took yours,Thought it was all a trade.But then you went and turned mine into a fuckinggrenade. We fell so deep,It all felt real ag..
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I'll sit up and tell the moon,
All about me.
And all about you.
I'll ask it if our stars have crossed again.
I try to make myself move on.
A fe..
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(Not a Poem)
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I tried to rekindle our flames.I used every breath on those coals.But as more time passes by,I enjoy watching it turn cold.You will never feel again,F..
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I need a loving touch.
A warm hand.
A chest to lay my head.
Because my mind's a mess.
My mind, a wreck.
I'm stranded on my bed.
Affection is..
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Our favorite scented wax,
Burning in a jar.
I wish the smell could reach you,
However far you are.
The flames are burning as bright,
As the fut..
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It's those long hugs.Where their arms cradle you,Like an extra rib cage.It's getting caught in the moment.Like your life is a picture book,and each da..
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