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You say you don't want to be heavy but you're not the pressure's like that of air at speed how an arrow must feel reminds me of your hands holding my...

Round

We spin round and round The lights in the background, Are a distant blur, All I see is you, Now its just us two, And its beautiful. We hold hands...

Youth

inspired by lifehouse- somewhere in between

Advent

Waiting for the child

Brooding

She has taken all my senses Leaving me defenceless I'm throwing my life away Yet again As much as I love her Worship and adore her I must keep her...

Whiters Day

Winters Day I compare thee like a winters day, Like the cold, soft but gentle to a touch, Like a snowflake, Lovely in so many different ways, I love...

Sweet Rose

Sweet Rose Sweet rose I hold thee wih softness, I hold thee forever, Shall you never fade, So no one can take thy place.

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E: Tumour humour

It lives on my cerebellum, For four hours I couldn't remember it's name. To make sure that I wouldn't forget it again I wrote the words 'tumour' on...

Mother Is God

Self-Explanatory

Trichotillomania

Hold me down Don't let me go Impulse Reeling I can't control All through the day It plays It tortures It's almost sugar coated This numbing bliss...

Z

Everyone's favourite letter of the alphabet

Painted Dreams

I painted my nails A bright colour (though I'm not sure which) To accentuate my eyes But it's a switch, I'm told It only makes my hands Look pale And...

Our Beast

Sex The power of a single word Caught hanging in the air Or glistening On naked flesh A sweetened lustful scent With the eyes To burn a soul In...

Loneliness

"Being alone is not so bad" I tell them, You get to write and read and think You get to wander around naked You get to leave dirty plates piled in...

QUESTION ME&;#063;

QUESTION ME? Dont question me. just accept. please. in my head it makes sense. leave me believe. sometimes i do crazy stuff. we all do. but i know...

Red Dress

The girl in the picture By the attic window Swimming in that red dress Draped in free falling locks The colour of the ravens breast She smiled at me...

Casket

Up, The damp rising Seeping past thin Wooden casket walls Gnawing at the sleeper Tracing the rot of time In stagnating murky pools Her skin not fully...

Baddies are only bad to goodies

Will you quit reading the description and get reading the story already&;#063;
Cherry

Venus Forge 1

On visiting Tate Modern

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