| The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry | |||||||||||
| Gathering stars I go gathering stars at night they remind me of people I put them in my pocket or if they're too big I tie some string around them and drag them across the sky I keep them in a book - sorted by size I keep them to look at when everything is dark Soon my collection will be complete I'll take them all out in my back yard place them on the ground and wait for night to come Can you imagine the sight hundreds of rising stars filling the sky like eyes in the night taking their place above us again free once more |
VITAMINACID Never been kissed never been missed Dead eyes and perfect skin they shimmer before my eyes outlines of human shapes like a mirage Cold in rain-soaked coffin bitter bones left behind painful memories gone |
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| Slow Pain The love, the love we feel it is not real but oh the pain, the pain I feel so very real She said she would die for me as I died in her embrace The lies she told "as long as we're together we will be alive" gave me hope I need her breath on my forehead to know she sits beside me as I expire Oh the pain so very real Me and you and everybody we know it hurts us so slow pain, slow pain hurts us so |
Two of Us She says she isn't hurting but I see the open wound feel the pain of her past I recognise the signs I know them well She insists it's nothing as she shys away from my touch she tells me again it's all right but I don't believe her feel like it's all wrong She won't let me see her tears but I know she cries when she's alone needs me by her side as I need her but still I know inevitably I'll let her down become one of her scars a reason why just add to her distrust Whatever I do it will never be enough whatever I say it won't heal her my love can never save us in this cruel world we are both scarred we are both lost |
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