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Bluebird Jan 2015
Five against the one,
in this hollowed night,
i couldn't stand this feeling,
it wasn't alright.

Five against the one,
try and see my might,
i have 12 broken bones,
as souvenirs from fight.

Five against the one,
i fought for you this time,
i broke someones nose,
i've fracture their spine.

Five against the one,
for your lovely hand,
because they don't love you,
they all just pretend.
Bluebird Jan 2015
I picture my funeral,
people dressed in black,
which cut loose the rope,
tightening my neck.

I have questions i can't answear
while i am still alive,
like would she shread a tear
if i really die?

i have things that hunt me
while i sleep,
i have one enourmus problem,
my life is hard to keep.

tonight i'll picture my funeral,
and people dressed in black,
as i tighten the rope,
and put it around my neck.
Bluebird Jan 2015
We were standing on the bus station,
and i wouldn't get to see you,
for so long,
you said that you couldn't stay longer,
and i knew why,
but i still hoped.

i expected a man inside you to come out,
to stand out
but that man eloped.
I needed a better way to remember you,
but you couldn't grasp
my hearts scope.

i walked away when you went in the bus,
because with my sadness,
i can never cope.
and eaven after the bus departed,
i turned around,
and i trully hoped,
to see my man running towards me,
but that man eloped...
Bluebird Dec 2014
it is not because of the sadnesss or pain
that we write,
it is because we choose to have many lives.
Bluebird Dec 2014
i'll give you my  bones,
and help you make the house.

i'll give you my mind,
so you can decorate it as a room and sleep.

i'll give you my skin
to make cradle for the children inside you.

i'll give you my hair,
to make blankets to keep yourself warm.

i'll give you my bodyparts,
to make the furniture in your new house.

i'll give you my lips,
to lull your nightmares to sleep.

i'll give you my eyes,
so you can make the clouds in your house,
that will cry when ever you are sad.
Bluebird Dec 2014
I am the Atlantis,you are my sea,
i slowly sink into your depths,as you devour me.
Bluebird Dec 2014
i've spilled all of her 17 years
on my sheets,
her skin was like a dough,
i could mold her the way i wanted,
but i told her to go.
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