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"touch"
step back and watch me fade into the background.
reach out and see me pull away. speak words that fall on these deaf ears, sorry love but i gotta walk away... ...i cant understand why im still here,maybe i like the way it burns. id search for answers in the tender touch of your finger tips, if i could just let myself BE for a while... but everytime you put your hands upon me it feels too good and I gotta break away. Not granting myself 5 meager minutes, to juust enjoy something that now means nothing but used to mean so much. im still bound by his fist,even though i do not let him "touch". |
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hi david, im that lady guy valerie you hate...you know because im a bitch and stuff :)
anyways some of the pieces ive written over the past couple years are worth reading, its kina cool to see how my writing style has progressed over the years,well atleast to me anyways. I found my "niche" for a while, and i was stuck in it up until late last year, so nnow im trying a new approach and im not sure of it but yeah. |
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Scared to open my arms, my heart, my eyes I see the truth but lie to myself none the less I breath, just to feel the shudder run up my spine My head explodes like a rocket reaching into space No place for me here I'm lost I've found my reason, my way Why have you been hiding from me all this time Take me away, not tomorow, today! Stop the games, I'm through with your shit, tell me the truth Only I have the right to lie to myself, no one else shares that privelege My greed takes over Run or stay, make your choice Live Before I drag you down with me Sinking Sinking my teeth in and tasting the reason I lost hope Fear I fear nothing, but..... |
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/\So ya wanna do me or what? You put the "dick
" in "predicktable!" So why haven't I nailed you yet? Playing hard to get? You? Not bloody likely! Um, there was no particular reason behind the response I wrote about youre poem, it just sorta came out of my mouth. I'm sure you know all about things coming out of youre mouth... |