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It was three days ago
when I realized the power
of passion
& counting cigarettes—
touching around my neck
you found the spot
that takes away guilt,
but when I rest
as one of the dead
it seeps out of my pores
like bile or a mixture found
only in the ghosts of relationships.
These are the dying days—
the sun is slowly
changing positions
& once winter comes
I'll be wrapped in bed
like a mummy
still alive.
when I realized the power
of passion
& counting cigarettes—
touching around my neck
you found the spot
that takes away guilt,
but when I rest
as one of the dead
it seeps out of my pores
like bile or a mixture found
only in the ghosts of relationships.
These are the dying days—
the sun is slowly
changing positions
& once winter comes
I'll be wrapped in bed
like a mummy
still alive.
Literature
My definition of Love
I forgot to tell you all my thoughts on love. Keep in mind that I'm 15, no wait, 16 now. So I don't know squat about it yet. But I still have a definition for love.
for me love is the feeling you have when you want to spend as much time as possible with a person. you don't want to miss more time than necessary. the reason I say that is that love doesn't mean spending every waking moment with someone, thats called obsession, or being a stalker! (Believe me, i know, i'm a professional ;D) Everyone needs some time to themselves don't they?
Love is when a person is sad and you would like to trade places with them just so that they can feel hap
Literature
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
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