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Addison René May 2016
i wish that you'd wear your seatbelt
because i want you and no one else
i wish we were both sedated
because then there would be no reason
to say we couldnt make it
and the car is empty now,
and i can't seem to figure it out -
because now my heart is in my throat
because i don't remember a word
that you spoke
because the music skimmed the air
and i hang on to every note -
now the melody is diguised
in those little lies
while the love we shared slowly died...
so,
i wish that i didn't wear my seatbelt
because now i want to be anyone
but myself
Aditi Dec 2014
If
If our love is a game,
I'm the loser
If our love is a sad song
I'm its lyrics
If our love is a movie
I'm the interval
If our love is a tango dance
I'm the third person
If our love is a clear sky
I'm the one drenched in raindrops
If our love is a novel
Im the character that could not make it to the happily ever after
If our love is a poem
Im the muse long forgotten
If our love is the moon
I'm the clouds obscuring its light
If our love is pure magic
I'm just an illusion of it
If our love is familiar faces and warm smiles
I'm the stranger whose goodbyes are diguised as cute smiles
If our love is the beginning of something new
Im the funeral toll
If our love is a welcome mat
Im the doorbell that never rings
**I can give you
My soul
My body
My mind
My all
But it will never be enough
Cause baby, our love is a sunflower
Im the colorless sunrise..
I'm just waiting for you to realise it
And turn your face away from me
He loves sunflower so..
#if
Jordan Robertson May 2015
I received it in a letter
with gold parchment prints
I ink my fingertips just a little longer
To hear divine disciples moking
Chanting raspy chatters for a foul stanger with mistaken steps
Steps that leave prints on blackened sand littered with promises of another scam
I dont believe anything that comes from envelopes
Because return addresses from Hades makes me lose all hope
patience becomes shredded to petty pieces peeked through a microscope
If you look a little closer you'll see this life is quite like a kliedoscope
Because were like rockstars with crucifixes
Just diguised as normal folk
Lindley Jun 2019
At this point if you told me that you still cared
I wouldn't believe you.
I heard once that the Devil comes diguised as an angel just to deceive you 
But I think we know better, but we'll say we're naive 
And at this point if you said you never really cared
I think it would be easier to believe.
See I can't really badmouth you
That's not how I was raised 
And even though you had your flaws, you also deserve some praise. 
Nothing about us or the timing was easy
And I'm not sure if it means much, but these words are true. So, believe me.
You stuck through a lot in a short space of time.
And I've probably never been prouder, than when I called you mine.
See, time and distance, right from the start
Always held the cards in keeping us together and then apart.
But you were the dealer. You held it all. 
I was never unavailable.- that was always your call.
So as the time drifted and we grew apart
So did the attachment strings of my heart.
All cut lose, except for the one firmly intact 
I still care about you. It's a statement - thats a true fact.
But I can't openly show it. Because you no longer deserve that much of me.
So I'll care from the space you created, because that's just who I am. Even if I seem care free.
So believe me or not, it's really up to you.
But I'll probably never stop caring, that, along with everything else that I promised- you know it's true
duress
under
my dress
it
was
never
diguised
it was her
hiding
behind
her
eyes

she lies
behind mine
these tunnels
for
corpses

we felt her
dead body here
breathing
go
on
now
take
your shame stick from mine ink
was it not time that blinded
who are we
to
think

i
am
not
an
poet
we are everything below it
that's where we seen
she slipped her
?














...
..
.
oh time from my knees
she has hollowed me
escaping with my voices
tree
of
root
clung from under caves
canyons crawling to greatness
as water is diguised by night
there is no more water
left to breathe
fill on fill
poison
ivey
she
is
my
grapevine
taste
of
wine
then she cellars me
here am i on this shelf
here we are on this shelf
preparing for disaster
she lets my taste
toil away
?













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..
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