May Doyle

i've murdered myself with metaphors
a thousand times
and i'll do it again today
you think i don't hear i don't feel
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Voices singing
My ears ringing
London Bridge is falling down
So much
...

I do not own faith
And I do not own love
But hope- hope is mine.
Hope is my gift
...

Lies.
All that's reflected in my eyes
I've finally come to my demise
I've given this a thousand tries
...

in this eclectic mind
i
am ashamed to admit
that sometimes
...

i'm dreaming i'm dreaming
i'm dreaming i'm dreaming i'm
just
falling
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Left behind is the cruelest thing
Loneliness is the worst pain possible
Sickness (I feel)
is a little
...

you make a sound
quite often
that reminds me of a flower petal
falling
...

does my
m
i
n
...

The world
tilts
spins
careens away
...

The memory of an empty place
An empty heart
An empty smile on an empty face
A new start
...

Lines intersect
I try to protect
myself
(my heart
...

sometimes
i think
my life is over
until i remember
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in this ecclectic mind
which reels and spins
and twists
with words
...

Fingers beating nervously on the table
Tap, tap
This rythym is my symphony
The explosion of sound
...

Endless circles, we talk in endless circles
And my words are ever looped through yours
Our conversations are always tied together
And I can't break free
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