awake at nightfor the things that keep you awake at nightawake at night
bumps, bruises and blue blacks. floor boards that creak and hearts that crack.
the sound of flips flopping on the street. the unheard tears of a runaway kid.
women who bear a child to be born. mothers who mourn their babies, not gone.
exasperated sighs and words that sting. spite for scorn of the attitude that clings.
dreams of the future you wish to be known. visions of the boy who, fond you've grown.
a purpose, a flaw, a second too late. in the dark, a spark flickers awake.
fairytale flawsin the midst of paranoia and pretentious love i have forced myself to a crossroad do i burn this bridge, and pray? or should i give the fortune teller my soul?fairytale flaws
the compass i read told me to leave but my heart beckoned me to turn around this time i will not falter it’s time for me to stand my ground
with all my dedicated conviction, i have sworn myself to abide i wont play anymore of these games i wont believe any more of these lies
please forgive my naivety in the past i knew not of the secrets of the charming prince i found out he ha
the boy who became no oneYou think of your dreams,the boy who became no one
and build them up, with high esteem. Then a wall is built, around your heart. you can't see the guilt, nothing is wrong on your part. vengence grows deep inside, hate builds up, and clogs your eyes. you can't see what's coming, you don't know what's wrong, and then you drop, to no one at all.
friend or foe?i watched you walk away. i watched you turn your back on me. i watched you walk out of my life. i watched you leave.friend or foe?
how could you leave me? when the only person left i could go to was you. you left me stranded and helpless! i thought you were my friend so true.
crying on the park bench soaking wet from the rain. i cried even harder. i cried from all the pain.
but then, just as i got up to go, i saw you in the horizon. coming back to me in the freezing cold.
you had gotten me tissue and a blanket. you had run all t
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