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I've Been Thinking...

I'm thinking about breaking points; about crossing lines and losing ground. About falling trees, falling people, and how often times no one hears a sound. I'm thinking about losing hope; about giving up and worse, giving in. About quiting the game callled life because there's no way you can win. I'm thinking about lost innocence; about little girls and boys and monsters. About people who can say 'get over it' because they've never lived such horrors. I'm thinking about silent screams; about pleading eyes but closed lips. About people who would rather die than let the truth of the matter slip. I'm thinking about the people I've lost; abou

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usayu loved me more than words

and you told me if i loved you i wouldn't write anymore. that if i cared for you to put my pen down and forget about the words that make up my soul. you said no matter what i write it won't change a thing between the two of us and that actions speak louder than words. well i guess you never noticed that i used trace your collar bone with the tips of my ink stained fingertips and that if you came home in the middle of my poem i'd glance up at you, which is more than i've ever given anyone. and that i stopped writing words on my hands and started writing them on you, because i liked the way the ink looked on you better than anywhere else. i s

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I've Been Thinking... by LoveLyricsAndLies, literature

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I've Been Thinking...

I Hate You Tonight by LoveLyricsAndLies, literature

For John by LoveLyricsAndLies, literature

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For John

he swore too often, and prayed too much. he wore mismatched socks, said something about how he liked the chaos of it all. i asked him if that was why he liked me. i never had the guts to wait around for an answer. but you see his spinal cord behaved like a xylophone, and when I drummed his bones broke with a thundering crack and split the skin across his back. i loved him more than the cool burn of a fresh razor, or the first drag of a smoke. but you see his heart behaved like a paper crane, and when I tried to string him up across my bedroom ceiling he fell apart and drifted like ashes into my bleeding hands.

For Robbie by LoveLyricsAndLies, literature

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For Robbie

he spoke to me in latin and french, in russian and spanish and verbs. he spoke in delicate purples and blues, through guitar strings strung too tight, through clouded glass, murky lakes and sultry wine. he said: {youarebeautifulyouarebeautifulyouarebeautiful} he loved me with clenched fists and jealousy, with frozen peas and flowers and neat handwritten pleaseforgiveme's. he loved in winter, spring, summer but never fall. he loved in obscure poetry and lies and in broken bones and popped blood veins. {youarebreathtakingiamtakingyouarebreaking} now the bathroom mirror speaks to me in jutting ribs and sharp hip bones, in tiny r

'X' marks the spot by LoveLyricsAndLies, literature

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'X' marks the spot

he is a pirate, in the theme of it, not the action kind but in spirit. he sails the seas of sorrowed souls, he plays his part in these scattered roles. he carved an 'X' across my heart, he took his knife and marked the spot. a pointed finger to the thin red lines: 'there is where her treasure lies, the secret to her ultimate demise, there is where i'll make her mine.' and i bit my lip as he tore into my tide, as he anchored his ship deep inside.

i'll be wishing on your stars by LoveLyricsAndLies, literature

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i'll be wishing on your stars

i'd like to paint you the colour of the moon and hang you up among the dark night skies. i'd watch you from my room when i should be sleeping and worship you with my eyes. i'd cut out little pieces of your eyes to string across the heavens and all would question the bright emerald stars that fill that space, but you'd still effortlessly outshine the sun. i'd feather your touch into the cool breeze, so the world might feel the burning sensation. and i'd spend all night outside in that air just to ease the sharp bite of our separation. i'd pluck your heart out from its cold casing and lock it up inside my chest, next to mine. beca

'i' and 'love' and 'you' by LoveLyricsAndLies, literature

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'i' and 'love' and 'you'

it started off with a morning after feeling; all tangled limbs and passions reeling. what was once a useful waste of time, soon became 'i am yours; you are mine'. two hearts that shouldn't have collided the way we did. it was coffee stains across the counter; days passing by in a quick intoxicated blur. what was once a risky stroke of luck, soon became 'oh i am so love struck'. but nothing can last forever, it all fades the way we did. soon it became too troublesome to stay. haunted by the three words that became too hard to say: "i" and "love" and "you"