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Matthew Feb 2019
I guess I love the way
you listen with your lips

I guess I love the way
we live inside our dreams

You take away the tears
With one insignificant laugh

One look at us
in the lazy afternoon hue
I know why I'm with you

Why am I so hesitant to accept your lips and laugh?
To run away in your eyes
full of sunlight

Because my pupils never grow
You might be blinded by the light.
Because I see storm clouds
It is raining,
drops of
my blue
tears.
Something just A thought.
Athena Feb 2019
I'm convinced that this is purgatory
and we are all captive
inside of ourselves
Nobody
arian Jan 2019
I'm just a body
Who doesn't speak for itself.
I'm just a body
Who doesn't see the world as it is.
I'm just a body
Who doesn't know how much feelings is too much
Until it feels empty.
I'm just a body
Whose touch destroys what it touches.
I'm just a body
Who wanders the dark alleys
Whose soul left a long time ago.
i'm probably only an object for people to use.
verse Dec 2018
I belong to no-one
I am nobodies past, present nor future
I do not own Nor am i owned

I am no bodies "ex"
I am no bodies "the one"
I am no bodies "future boo"

The future belongs to me
I don't share!
They say "sharing is caring"
...therefore I don't Care!


I am alone ! not Lonely !
s Willow Dec 2018
Without him I’m lost.
Without her I’m dark.
Without them I’m nobody.

She broke me apart,
He built me back up.
Without them, I’m nobody.

She ended me.
He started me back up.
Without them I’m nobody.

With him I’m lost.
With her I was dark.
Without them I’m someone.
Gianna Dec 2018
her
how foolish of me
to think i was your number one.
as a matter of fact,
anyones number one.
i´m just another girl
such a plain, average girl
struggling to get by
in a world where nobody
knows her name.
i thought we could've been something
Cana Dec 2018
Today I'm filled with muted optimism
Something not often seen skulking around my peripheral.
Some retail therapy and a ***** free day.

I write you blinded, literally, consumerism blaring,
shining RED in my eye. My new shoes and sparkly
chemical incentives sitting comfortably on my feet
and in the back of my skull respectively

you know? Just above my nape.

The weekend is over.
That person has left, incised from delicate parts
where hurt feels more justified than starving children and
diseased refugees, "oh so woe is me" avoided.

We shouldn't have gone skiing together, the snow was far from ready.
The passengers leapt from the derailing train, terrified of sludgy wet slopes.

This time around I won't let them come so close. Stiff arm, no more than three. No more poems for you, or freedom for me.
I felt like putting my rambling brain onto a screen. Its not meant to make sense, my brain rarely does.
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