Matt Burgett

This poem is about cuddling
And it is brand new
It is written for someone
And that someone is you
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Our flesh to the boiling point
Like the ultimate fantasy
My dear sweet emo boy
Will you be my sweet emo toy
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A whisper in the dark
Fast becomes a scream
Shaking your entire body
And waking you from a dream
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My life feels
Like an empty house full of decay
Never being surprised
When someone decides to betray
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I feel forgotten by no one but myself
The fault lies in me
And I think I'll go hang myself
Briskly from a tree
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Deep within the mountains
Up on the hill inside the trees
A child searches for something warm
To help so he don't freeze
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There is no one around
So I scream it to send
Because I am so alone
And all I need is a friend
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This is a story
Of a little girl
Who went through Hell
And unimaginable Peril
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On the first of December
In the year of 2010
The sky will begin to cloud up
And the snow will fall again
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Deep diverting valleys
Are the roots reaching out
The twisting of society
The unheard silent shout
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I remember now with a look back in time
A look at the friendship we used to have
It was so happy shiny and good
Then suddenly it went from good to bad
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Unknown to the world around
The thoughts that spin in my head
To think to hear the memorial sound
Of the final words I will have ever said
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Take a step back and look at me
And tell me what it is that you really see
Look inside what I call Hell
Deep within my inner shell
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Right now it's time to take a break
From my most event-less life
No longer typical routines
But I promise I'll keep away from the knife
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A story such as yours
Sounds straight out of a book
Because no-one bothered to stop it
No-one stopped to look
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As cloudy skies on the horizon near
A rain storm approaching is what I fear
It was just a week before
That I wished it would poor
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This is such a lonely night
Wondering if I should continue the fight
And if I should even stay
To see if I make it into the next day
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I'm such a pitiful sight
I'm all but in love with the mirror
Color me invisible
So's not see what I fear
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spring soon will be here
Away from the winter's snow
Drying up every frosty tear
And causing the landscape to glow
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Attempts they take too long
But finish with release
Finished off for good or not
It still brings me a little peace
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