I live by the sea.
Everything posted on here is very rough.
I think it's nicer when poems have structure but I'm lazy.
Sorting through the chequered shirts.
By means of folding and failing
To keep anything of worth.
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There's a girl on my bed,
another on my mind,
and to make things worse there's one on the phone
telling me that she's decided she doesn't want to be alone.
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Today I found a recipt in your car.
A holiday for two
To a place I've never been.
I guess I know where you were that week
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There's a fine line between who I am and who I think I am
It's powdered white and disappears everytime I see my reflection.
It separarates my head from my heart.
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For almost two whole years I left my pen inside my drawer,
my pad safely hidden in a box in my room.
My grades went up and I quit smoking,
I forgot about the band and those cliched songs of lost loves
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