it wasn't the first time or the second or the sixth or the last it was the time in my dreams i could never forget
Category: Poetry
smooth talker
i talked my way out of something real that i still remember like it was yesterday
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i think i loved you now i think i wanted to remember you
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tragedy strikes in three in the head the belly heart~
yellow sundress downtown
i saw her again at a coffee shop downtown - we met each others gaze before she met the inside of her sunglasses
outer rim
it was a spacial experience
death standing
i remember the day you became a ghost an walked through me
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if it was meant to be there wouldn't be this space between me and you
draft day
if you could see all the unsent messages; you'd think bombs were going off just need to see you tonight on our last; for just a second free
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i would never hurt you like they did, the lie i tell myself every morning. it's easier to pull the knife out from the front, that's why were so close to feel the breathe escape onto your warm lips. i didn't mean for this to be the end, but it's our time maybe will find… Continue reading untitled 05
Saint's Muse 