Thomas Spencer Poems

My wrists are empty,
no more blood to bleed out
my body is pale,
no more light warms the skin
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divine is the beast within
sculpted to the devil's temptation
perfect as perfect can be
the integrity of the is lost with the sight of she
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Love is something
that confuses me,
as much as I try to be true
and believe the fact about you,
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drift to the happy place,
far from heaven but still, not real
I love for the feeling
I have fallen a many
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Love is an empty word,
Told to those who need to hear it,
And chased after, by those who are nowhere near it.
People wonder why I’m so cynically wired,
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I'll admit I'm purposely ignorant,
Refusing to learn how to cope with,
The idea I'm no longer your love game participant.
Seducing my mind like I'm that yo-yo on the line,
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I understand the fight in her eyes
tension thick as a dagger's blow
piercing even the most deadly of foes
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undeniably,
like a flame lit inside,
you burn a hole within me.
you are my dreams,
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