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Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ... I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered With the merciless blow, like finding out you'll die just before Christmas
I had a smile to give you but I hesitated I waited until you looked away and then all the sudden my smile snuck out of the back door of my mind and then there was nothing I waited
there like a light never a light through while joy was the virus  flourishing inside of you. to access it out of will or live your life in cheat the heart created in love
Eyes wide And stinging With tears Feeling so light And heavy Without fears Warmth growing And fertilized By thanks And gratitude And a smile Quiet but there
One of the hardest things I do Is talk to you. It doesn't happen until I snap, And all hell breaks loose. I try to tell you, But the words are impossible to find. When I do my best it is dismissed.
A foggy night, dizzying heights, the heady scent of the things he tries to fight Thunder crashing, his heart's thrashing, raindrops splashing, nature's might Safe and sound, enclosed around him, a resounding consequential  roar
I feel the sylables Nesting within my breast Effectively avoiding spillage  Emptied from my clenched lips Destroying the illusion  Held of prefection Enclosing the unspoken
I feel as though life is racing past me and i am powerless to stop it. I'm trapped in a sea of emotions with no purpose. Who am i you ask? I am the average girl who almost had a future.
The old and the brokenAre out-spoken though never heardNo one sees they're out-goin'When they're un-brokenAre they old and broken?Or are they young and miss-spoken?
Who are you, they ask But how can I tell you when I'm not even sure myself What are your dreams, they ask Do you really think I could admit them to you, when they terrify me so Where are you going, they ask
albino skin, golden scales i once saw you in a nightmare man and woman declaring disinterest as they sit idle in a car wash pink raincoat girl, why do you put so much pepper in your soup?
 They say that we can be lovers, but not just friends.
Listening to them speak, acting as if I care. I have a new technique, this blank expression I wear. I show no hint of emotions, or feelings deep inside. I just go through the motions, and push my thoughts aside.
There is truth to your word, As my walls come down. When you're around Something unpredictable, Something unspeakable Even unexplained. Yet our lips speak of it softly Will the slightest touch burn?
I'm shutting down What else am I to do? Till you come around Till then I'll wait for you So broken How I feel inside words unspoken All these feelings denied
When you leave a night with unfinished words and unspoken feelings, You’re left with these emotions that cast on for a year, trying to fit in a day; Impossible feelings you never thought possible,
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