I love all things writing, though I am particularly biased towards good, vulnerable poetry. I love pouring my heart on a page with every piece I write. Life is for expressing, not containing.
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when i look back at her familiar face noticing each imperfect trace i realize that she's not enough i demand she call out her bluff
simply simple lies the sky when everything else seems to lie when everyone seems so far away and no more tunes are left to play
when things were normal ineverseemedtoreallypauseandstop when things were normal icouldrunawayfromwhatineeded when things were normal
should i cower from your presence? or actually enjoy your pleasance? is it bad that it's easier to avoid you? even when i'm feeling blue?
it's been a long day you're feeling so far away from the distant cries outside beg you to join the vulturous tide take a pause
for those caught up in boosting their image/wish they knew that there's more to the story/hold on to the trophies and medals of the past/but it just attacks the fact that there's more to the story/to them they take all the glory/
okay, i've given it up there's no more left of who i used to be but in the silence of the moment i wish there was some kind of high-five
i never knew you were watching when i was at the bottom struggling i always thought i was dead alone hidden within my inner geode