Hermione Femalton

Happiness is nothing;
When life feels like death,
Happiness is nothing;
When nothing gives you breath.
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No black door to hide behind;
You're feeling so exposed.
Now you're gone, they don't need you;
You have been disposed.
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You're frustrated and you're bitter,
No-one caught you when you fell,
Now you're poisoning relationships
With the lies you tell.
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Her face is cut and dirty,
Her clothes are ripped and torn,
She sheltered under door-ways;
Weary and forlorn.
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Who could spare a glance,
For the angel with broken wings?
Who could stop to hear,
The crying song she sings?
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A simple cross,
Upon the door;
A scarlet stain,
On the wooden floor.
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Do you recall my name?
And the place where we met?
Do you recall that night?
With the swelter and the sweat.
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the ponk, red, golden sun-set;
Blooming like the flower,
leading the gentle sky,
Towards the mid-night hour.
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How could this be happening?
I don't know what to do.
Is this a sort of punishment?
How could this be true?
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The nights are always long,
The days are even longer.
I feel as though I'm dying,
Will it make me stronger?
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I live my life in silence,
My words are laced with pain,
Trying not to fall apart;
Please, God, just keep me sane.
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It’s hard to live,
When you know you’re dying;
It’s hard to talk,
When you know you’re lying.
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The wind calls your name;
Whisperes in my heart,
And through this bond of sky;
We're never far apart.
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Whatever you want,
It will be done.
You call me, child,
And I will come.
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In the quiet void of memories,
What does the old man see?
When the sun goes down on him,
Where does he want to be?
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And no-one here has seen the light,
And no-one cares enough to fight,
Coz the world is now a dark despair,
And no-one’s brave enough to care.
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When it all goes wrong,
And the day is far too long,
And you're heart's a lump of stone,
Inside a hollow chest.
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If only my words were beautiful,
If only my heart was true.
if only my verse would shimmer and shine
To be good enough for you.
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The sun is bright
in the decieving sky,
And the birds are singing
As the flowers cry.
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Let the fire take your body;
We'll burn all the same.
The blood runs like tears,
Down your broken face.
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