Twisted Moon Poems

Every heart has it's compartments,
Just like every ghetto has its apartments,
That God laughs at and spits at,
For foolish 'broken-hearted' teens to slit there wrists at.
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As I miss my favorite television show,
I wonder what else I will eventually let go,
And how long it will take for me to know,
There is nothing in this world that I will never outgrow.
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So I'm back to writing and it's all the same
My heart still beats your name
Only now it's more than ever (I'm suffering forever)
Not just in pain.
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I like like you,
I want to ride a bike with you,
Maybe fly a kite or two,
On the beach through the night with you,
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The trees embrace the day,
They let the sunshine take the pain away,
They let their leaves fall where they may,
They get along okay,
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Dear God,
I wanted to thank you for not doing to me what you've done to so many others,
For not taking me like you did my brother,
For refusing to leave the hearts of so many believers,
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I look at you, laying in my bed,
Your eyes on him, your feet by my head,
And at this moment, I am confused,
All the morals in me that I've abused.
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I am a two-face, showing both of you the wrong side,
If only I could flip these faces, maybe that would turn the tide,
But we all know I'm a scared little b***** you would rather run and hide,
This would be easier for all of us if I just went off and died.
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I hope you’re ready for your so-called lecture,
Because I’ve prepared one with a projector,
I am not trying to make amends,
You dumb wh***, we’ve never been friends.
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No longer is any of this real,
And you'll never know exactly how I feel,
Because you feel nothing,
At least not for me,
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