Broken, beaten, neglected
A lost soul left shattered
Drugs, violence and liquor
She tries to make sense of it
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A light in the darkness when all seems lost...
Passion, lust, and bliss.
A fate often one-sided and temporary, yet strong and lasting...
A creation blind to hate but not absent from it's realm.
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Destruction of creation...
A disease of the heart, mind, and soul.
A consistent certainty, yet blinding reality...
A mask often disguising of true love, and a presence often hidden behind false love.
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Love
is like the wind,
having direction without diction.
An element not seen but felt;
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Words like a burn; they sting
Words, which, wreck; watch worlds, wane
Words gnawing at imperfection
Words, weeping and waving a white flag; conspire desire
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Uncontrollable faith and consuming lust is all I feel, you’re all that’s really real
God only knows if you will ever feel the same, but still I won’t denounce the truth
Love, it’s all I feel when I am with you
This constant wait chews me up and spits me out, but it intoxicates me in every form
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We peck at each other like chickens;
we know we can fly but still choose not to try...
We laugh at the butterflies trying to swim,
while we are still on the ground never having even lifted a wing...
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I am a collaboration; I am what they see, want to see, and me.
Yes it’s true, these people hate a me that they have yet to even meet.
They hate parts that I have yet to even show, and hold up praise for the facade I show...
I am a disconnected link.
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We walk on glass as though she might break, and we walk on glass while throwing rocks
In a world that can see no difference we are taught to fear
Be silent; your opinions are loud and unwanted
Be loud; this silence is a cloud of weakness
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Identity; a collaboration of everything that makes you who you are.
They think they know you but they don't!
Admitting they don't kills them like a knife, so they didn't, and they won't!
Deep down they know some things just aren't worth knowing, so they pretend.
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