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It isn't LoveIt isn’t Love. She’s too austere, too grand a statement to make, But something there, is shaking me, and brings me to my wake, A sense of loss of separation, as Time rewrites all wrongs, Forcing me to miss those days; the knots that I ran from.It isn't Love
The ties that bound me tightly and brought me back to you, The ones that made me scream and shout yet still made me pursue. I’d sworn to lay these things to rest, I’d sworn to be alone, Yet somehow in this chaos, something good has grown.
It’s true to say I miss you, and think about you more, More than I imagin
by ~Miana89
SearchingI’m looking in all the wrong places, looking back, At reflections and misconceptions and wondering, How I fell down again. Lost the spark, the fire, The thing that shone out and said; “I’m ok”.Searching
I run my fingers through my hair, touch my lips, Dry and taken. Used and turned to dust, Ashes, black as coal. No myth or magic, No happy endings. Burnt out and dried up.
I look in all the wrong places. In isolation Or in magic charms or in old fucks or Fucked up places. Touching myself And feeling you.
Searching in the shadows. Empty
by ~Miana89
Far Away From YouWide awake, cold, huddled in a corner, Clear of thoughts, lost with no cause And I can only think about you.Far Away From You
Empty, not frustrated or angry but Lost. You in my head, beneath my skin, You appearing then disappearing.
You not being there, but knowing that You always will be.
Freedom, wondering, hoping to never Touch the ground again. Except for With you. But that in itself is flight.
I berate myself for feeling the wrong things, Acting contrary to myself, Not saying what it is. How it is.
I will keep on wondering. With you. &n
by ~Miana89
MemoriesMemories clitter clatter around this metallic cell, The darkroom of my mind. No end no start No resolution or closure to the steady din of Misdemeanour or mistake.Memories
The morning chorus calls upon a brand new start, As I step heavy footed to the next chapter, Drunk and staggering to the long drawn out Hell of the next day.
No battles fought or lost but chains, Dragging down my limbs. The weary stumble of a half sober Half taken broken child.
There is no magic stop watch, No return. The future uncertain and
Tangled like a fierce unforgiving w
by ~Miana89
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BeautyI watch it floating by, Time flowing backwards, Just like its wings.Beauty
Like a silver trail Of smog, Left in the breeze.
It curls and twists, Gradually thinning, Its delicacy illuminating.
by ~whydoidothiseveryday
Tagically BeautifulTake that one last step together, Stop being tragic and become beautiful. As you fall in a sweetened harmony, Know it's time to lay memories to rest. Stitch back together that which was broken, And hold your head up high as you land, No one is telling you to forget, No one is telling you to stop loving, They are telling you to open you eyes, And see the people looking back, Who are all waiting for you, Someone out there is waiting to love you, You just have to give them the chance, And you may even find you love them back.Tagically Beautiful
by ~AnominusMidge
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The death of one child is a tragedy, the death of thousands is a statistic.
Tonight time has no hold on us. Tonight we are immortal.
'The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori'
My hopes are so high I think your kiss might just kill me
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gave up trying to figure it out but my head got lost along the way
worn out from giving it up my soul I pissed it all away
still stings these shattered nerves
pigs we get what pigs deserve
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