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Vathalia Mae Poems
Me Against Them
Chances of winning this chess game are slim, For i am but me and many are them. Walking a straight line in a perfect circle, Chancing this love which is now only a hassle.
She looked for the key, Yes even then more so selfishly. The key to life, That is all she wanted,
Swimming against this heavy Current, Wondering if this heartache is worth it. He says i Haven't seen the world, That I'm just a lonely girl.
Do you see the hate reflecting back into your eye? Do you see the fear, depression and loneliness transform into thoughts of suicide? Can you see my silent tears? Can you see the MADNESS from all my nightmares?
My Perfectly Imperfect Match
I thought of you when I woke up, And realized my world was now corrupt, For it has an odd feeling All of which is not very appealing
Be My Heart (Part 2)
I don't ask much Sometimes it only takes one little touch To fix the biggest matter And i blame it on the latter
Be My Heart (Part 1)
To see thru my eyes is to be betrayed As To look at makeup upon a girls face beautifully arrayed Only a mask it is Only an everyday task it is
To Die is to finally Live
Forever I knocked on a door that never opened. Forever I hurt. Forever I kept it inside.
I never dreamt of marriage until I met u And I never opened myself up to anybody as I did with u But it is all in vain bkuz I wish now that we're thru,
This Dooms Day
The darkness rises, The shadows increase. In this world fear of collapse never does cease. The enemy takes over,
Dead awake my nightmare unfolds As I endear stories untold. The world runs away, I'm glad it did not stay.
Darkness turns into night And that's when I do what I know is not exactly right I let it out It's like a bad habbit
How Can I?
Hate to rememer Striving to forget Your smille Your hugs
My Sunny Day
I hear but don't see I love but don't let you in You help calm the wicked sea But I don't wanna lose a good friend
Comments about Vathalia Mae
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Me Against Them
Chances of winning this chess game are slim,
For i am but me and many are them.
Walking a straight line in a perfect circle,
Chancing this love which is now only a hassle.
Im Numbing the pain
Looking selfishly for my own personal gain.
Looked straight into the eyes of hate,
Said my timing was a little too late.
Hesitation brings forth thirst,
When impulse choices lead me to my worst.
I grab a bottle then open myself,
I will only look upon my sorrows merely until the morrow.
Not exactly what is good for my health,
But I feel this was a life ...