hello boy with the bittersweet smile.
will you join me in my woes?
hello world with a sour aftertaste.
will you help me face my foes?
goodbye awkwardness and doubt.
i no longer need you.
goodbye lonely nights and tears.
i no longer feed you.
i was drowning
for so long,
it seems i've
forgotten how
to breathe.
but your kiss of life sucked the water from my mouth,
and my eyes have been opened
wider than they've ever been.
show me the starlight, show me the sunbeams. i can
really
see them now.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
rike, that's right. (:
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
you make me so fucking happy.
x'D
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
I can especially relate to the italic lines in the fact I've recently moved and it's given me my new lease on life and where I am now is so much purer than where I was so it really does seem that my eyes have been opened.
I'm so glad you're seeing clearly sweetling.
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r e f r e s h e d
A triple threat! ^-^
-Artemis
and even more true with your poetry.
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. . . in my pants.
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