you dont have to say anything back
jus listen to my ramble
silently smile
hearing my thoughts out loud
makes them sound different
change your mind
find thoughts of yours tht are vintage
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Hard like losing your first toy
Parted like hair by a comb
Wondering if they miss you
Because like a postcard not recieved
You dont hear from them
But what to expect
When they have a new life
A life, that your not involved in
Parted like hair by a comb
Wondering if they miss you
Because like a postcard not recieved
You dont hear from them
But what to expect
When they have a new life
A life, that your not involved in
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Hurt was caused
In the calling dusking dawn
Littered afar
Rain upon the windowsill
That can't be wiped away
To make no sence
It might not
Caligraphic lines are formed
Swirls fall deep
Like the curls in your hair
Moving in the wind
Eyes to that secret
Spooned by the smiles
Red and black sparkles
That glisten in your twilight
Sun kissed moon
Where the mirror reflects your face
Blank like paper
Awaiting your mark making
Flower bended in the drizzle
The snowdrops hit your face
When the speakers show your beauty
Baring your soul
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Sitting there
you fight back the tears
bite your lip
till blood reaches the surface
Still its no suprise
somethings gone right
therfore somethings got to crumble
You realise somethings get better
whilst others never change
Takes you bakc to the same place
you one you thought you'd escaped
only to find your pulled back down
I said I needed you
you came in broken peices
not really there
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you make me smile mentally
take a step back
things arent as bad as you first thought
makes you wonder
is reality really worth escaping?
like a line on the phone
repeated and not heard
you know a secret remains hidden
unvoiced, unheard, not there
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I can see it
And sometimes feel it
The smile that starts at your feet,
And works it way up to your face
The expression
That explains the butterflies
You wonder
When it will go away
When I see you
It still gets me
In the pit of my stomach
Each time getting a little harder
Avoiding your gaze
So your eyes don’t meet mine
Because if they do
Thoughts will turn into words
Broken alarm clock
An open window
The squeaky chair
Shattered reflection
Brutal spotlight
Ripped up feelings
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Shattered lights
Broken flowers
Puctured tyre
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