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Someone you left behindA smirk on your face,Someone you left behind by ~numblove45
Dark socks too high,
Hair in your face,
Pride in your step,
You carry yourself onward.
I slight nod of the head,
Words that I dread,
Our friendship is dead,
I turn away instead.
You show that your happy,
I'm not,
I haven't been,
Too busy worrying.
You show you're alright,
But come on I've got sight,
You're hurting alright,
You can't take flight.
You're life is a mess,
Your insecurities are heightened,
Stress, stress, and more stress.
I know you don't want me,
But I will still be,
Forever and always,
Here for you.
UnfairThis world is unfair,Unfair by ~numblove45
Why is it that
The nicest people
Get treated the worst?
When all i do is care for you
Go and call me whatever you want,
Be not my enemy,
Be nothing at all,
I think it's pathetic,
How you coward behind a screen,
Behind your friends,
They don't care for you,
But i did,
And now these rumors?
What led to this?
Jealousy is what people say,
Tell me,
Dear friend,
Why do you make this world unfair?
An Even Darker TomorrowEvery nervous lad lingers in placeAn Even Darker Tomorrow by ~numblove45
As the sun hides and the flags rise
Clouds are mere uninterrupted streaks
upon an already smokey canvas
And my mind lingers to the gut wrenching scenes to come
Tear drops from the heavens are unleashed with a single step
Sweat drops tease the arch of a brow
And the trumpet
the oh so sweet sound of the battle call
So, today is the day
This time is the time
To take arms and die for someone else's beliefs
And to embrace for an even darker tomorrow
Lessons LearnedSweat curled down her forehead,Lessons Learned by ~numblove45
All focus went to the,
Back of her mind,
To remember.
Work hard for what you want,
And don't let go once you've got it,
An old woman at the bus stop once said.
Once you find the one,
Pray to God you won't let go,
The homeless man at the corner told her.
Love is hard and delicate,
In the end,
Someone ends up broken,
Cried out the lonely show girl.
Even some thing full of life is breakable,
Reminded the worker at the bottle return depot.
A pain swelled in her gut,
As she began to regret,
Everything she knew,
Everything she did,
All for nothing.
That girlThat GirlThat girl by ~Schandlich
I fell in love with her not seven minutes ago. It was not the pleasure of her aesthetic charms that made my heart warm at the thought of her or my groin tighten with an instinctual recognition. I loved her simply because she was. She was that girl, the one that never spoke or paid much attention to anyone. She was that girl, existing with the sort of air that made me swoon like a foolish youth. No woman could be more beautiful than in this way.
"Byron, pay attention will you?"
My surroundings materialized around me, seeming to materialize out of nothing. I put my head down in my hands, mindful of the studded cuff link and the gen
Sta.sh
Thanks for the F
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