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rootsbudsflowers Jan 2016
And I'm all ******* again.

You just don't get it.
I can't feed this addiction to you
Anymore
Because it's breaking me down.

You want to read my pages
But they're riddled with you
And you want to see my words
But they're all just your name.

And I need to learn to speak up
For myself.
Not sure if I've posted this before
rootsbudsflowers Jan 2016
That feelin's coming back again
But baby don't you worry

Baby
Baby
Don't you worry

Don't you
Worry
Worry
Any.

You knew this day was coming.

That thought of slowly losing

Of falling
Failing
Choosing

Between one life and another

You knew this day would come.

But baby don't you worry

Baby
Baby
Don't you worry
Not your pretty little heart.
Not you.

You knew this day was coming
So
Baby
Baby
Don't you
Worry

Don't you
Worry
Worry
Worry
Any
More.
rootsbudsflowers Jan 2016
Beautiful, beautiful people
They play upon my mind.
The taste they bring about
Like the sweetest caramel from
My favorite candy store,
Which I visit weekly.
Much like these beautiful, beautiful
People.

These beautiful, beautiful people
To my left and to my right.
How can you expect me to get work done
While they're standing by my side?
Their electric smiles light up the room
And I use their glow to read.
To read upon the pages of their lives and all their longings.
To learn and once to study
All the movements of their bodies.
Like music as they're walking,
As they're sitting
Breathing
Talking.
Like music from their beautiful, beautiful
Souls.

And is it so surprising
That we have Michelangelo's David
With his Sistine Chapel and statue of one man.
We can all give recognition to
Leonardo Da Vinci
With his stunning Mona Lisa
And her beautiful, beautiful
Smile.

So please do not berate me
As I gaze upon your shoulders
As your hips are making movements,
Telling stories on the streets.
I simply cannot help it,
All these beautiful, beautiful people
They's never cease to be
The only thing upon my mind
Written for my creative writing class. I sit by a stunning young lady and it's so very hard to concentrate.
rootsbudsflowers Jan 2016
And there's just no escape
From this hold that you have on me
I'm so sick of feeling this way.

Stuck somewhere between
Being friends and being lovers,
You've clearly chosen your place.

I can't control you
And I will not try to
You should never be contained,
No, not you.

So I will just look on
While you are with another
And I will not steal you
Away.
rootsbudsflowers Jan 2016
I can't live with you
I can't write without you
I try not to miss you
But miss everything about you.
rootsbudsflowers Jan 2016
Don't forget my loving,
My longing or my coveting.
Don't forget my loving
Of you.
rootsbudsflowers Jan 2016
Your face was so familiar to me,
Having seen it when I closed my eyes.
But now my sight is fading
And with it your affection
Leaves my lips.
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