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Jewels
Jewels on the crown, lonely in soul no one can ever love a wench in stolen clothes. I am no matriarch, no pleasantries please it’s too dark for me to read my pompous prose. I thought you might love the girl with flowers on the mantle and charcoal in her hands but it seems you…
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Wasted
You wanna get high? Inhale the smoke you found in me in June periwinkle and green clouds of twilight. Shimmering in the sunlight I’m the drug you don’t want to become addicted to but your body says different. You wanna get high? With the taste on my lips of your favorite whiskey wasted wondering why…
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Green
I am green in your heart clover ivy crowns adorned Moonlit hours spent snipping off the thorns by hand one by one You are blue in my heart a seascape an oceanic melody to be heard Months spent in crashing waves of pleasure and mystery one by one -emc
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Mine
It’s like I became mesmerized by hypnotic, charismatic green eyes that won’t escape my head or my bed. you’re still so illusive, so hauntingly vague and enchantingly mysterious I find myself wondering if I ever cross your mind. Waiting for the right time, you’re the right guy. Nothing is ever simple; you’re simply not mine…
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Untitled
I wrote your name across my hand to remind myself it was never a game. You’re like the moon and I’m your tides, pulling me in and out and I’ll allow it. You’re like the sun and I’m the sea your light shining into my darkest caves. and I’ll allow it. I wrote your name…
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The Kiss
You grabbed my neck placing a long awaited kiss on my thirsty lips. It was your way of telling me you were parched, too. I’d love to feel your body wrapped around mine in the most innocent and most seductive ways again except I can’t tell you that You’re easy to get drunk off of,…
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Wannabe
A wannabe painted in glass breakable, untouchables in a cast iron red as rust heart Scalding hot to the touch she’s just too much red like poison in the wine she drank No longer the staring role just mundane and greedy for someone to want a piece of the glitter she leaves behind, annoying to…
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Drunk
Staying up with you it’s 3 am 3 twisted teas in 3 words escaped my lips “No you don’t” Oh but I do “At least not yet” Sure let’s go with that emc
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Summer
I’m screaming at you, reaching for you, and ignoring you all at once. I was your summer, a daylight breeze passing through your window now I’m nothing but a contact in your phone. Small talk makes you feel cold, it doesn’t suit you. I couldn’t get you to feel my heart longing for you even…
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The Fool
Funny how a few months ago it was me in your shotgun seat, making out in your chair and hanging on to your words with my heart. You took over my thoughts made your home in my plans and sought me out until you had me. Then you left me there, cold, surprised unamused like…
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