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Always getting in the way. Begging for one more. One, two.. three. You remember. You think. This is the last. Could it even ever last? Can you leave this in the past? Is this your last? ..Kiss? Chance..? For him, perhaps. Your lips, they mask. Everything that makes you drop your bike, And come running back. But they also administer The tricks that now you lack. Any use for. And you got what you deserved, In the end. For the choices you made, And the softness you lend, To try to fix what you just can't mend. Depressed, sorry boy's lost in his own cracks. Who you know in your heart, Will probably never make it back. B

Removes the fake, and ruins the skin. Eats away and makes me thin. Smells like roses, lavendar, and love. Can smell colors when I've had enough. Fill the glass, it's good times all around. They'll laugh before they help me- When I fall to the ground. Taking my time watching people in gross shoes. From the ground I notice them. Tired, and sitting in someone's spilled booze. The man with the shoes; I assume. Slowly eating at me, I grow soft and weak. Rejected after accepted, I barely speak. Poisonous and underaged, Slowly I feel my cliche heart sink. Acetone at cocktail hour. And the guy who sent it- winked. He's cute, a littl

I've never seen something more precious than Baby. When she sleeps, my heart stops with each breath. I watch her so peacfully rest up her mind, And when I think of her gone I am swept- Into tears and in thoughts of where Baby will go. Cause God, God I know. There's adventure in her soul, That so gracefully, painfully, left. Or so I think, So I see, In my mind, everytime, Her chest drops, As I watch her, While she rests.

Diner girl Diner girl Is this what you wanna be Meaningless sex for every guy who says he feels Something for you But he knows you are a wannabe Girl for playboy magazine But everyone who sees who Thinks you a fine lady And in your heart youve got a longing For something more with somebody Youre the fucking underdog of every Sad Desperate love story Shes got condoms in her purse And at her place Shes got Plan B She doesnt want to limit herself To only people she wants to meet Cause she thinks loves for everyone Who needs someone to warm their feet When the blankets just for her Cause shes not that tall Shes rather

Thick was what it’d made her, Numb, sick, dull, and blind. She took a heavy drag, and sighed. It was a butt’n she hid near her hip bone, Tucked away and tied on thin twine. Her butt’n was young and brown, And from a blouse she always wore. It broke sometime in March, Accompanying the dust in the corner on the floor. It was always on her mind. She couldn’t ever touch it without cleaning, she sighed. She took her heavy drag, and lied. To everyone who knew her, she was healthy and perfectly fine. Her butt’n made her nauseous. It sparkled bright when she cried. She picked it up one day as it begged and she