

I Love The Way You Love MeI love the way I can talk to you And say what's on my mind I never have to look away Or keep a thing insideI Love The Way You Love Me
Tears fill my eyes when you're not around
Or when you just don't care But I know in my heart you will do what's right For me, you will always dare
Material things will never matter As long as I have you You make every day that passes So much easier to get through
My worries disappear when you're around No thoughts of pain or doubt I feel your love when you hold me close And kiss me if I pout
I don't care what they


EmoSo what if I'm emo? So what if I cry?Emo
I'm not THAT emotional, I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style? There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm, I am not depressed, so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you? That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself? It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black; Is because I dont want to be some barbie i


vacant.Look at her; shes a porcelain doll with never-ending milk legs all stapled to the bed, thirteen years young with forty-eight years suffocating her figure. Hes right up to her baby lips, offering cigarette breath and grinding his stubble on her cheeks, it reminds her of gravel and she closes her eyelids as it falls across her neck, inhaling the cloud of dust.vacant.
The curtains are draped across the sky, dried blood red casting shadows she cant tell the ends of. A dim flicker of a light and maybe a filter of moonshine illuminate the crevasses of his eyelids, forehead and awry mouth. His skin tastes of sweat and earth.


Unfortunate ThingUnfortunate ThingUnfortunate Thing
Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing Whom I found in our garden shed Hes seven foot two, with shiny black nose And horns on the top of his head Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales Which hadnt been polished for years All covered in dust and speckles of rust From endless showers of tears
Reclined on a large sack of compost A vision of gloom and despair Alone in the shadows, sat sobbing Needing some comfort and care Poor Thing said I, Whats the problem whatever is troubling you?&
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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I want to be kissed like im famous
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
I'm so very glad that you enjoyed my poem
Hope you are well.
Valar.
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They All Sleep. We Just Dream.
Don't worry about the delay you made it
Hope you are well - I've not heard from you in a while
Valar.
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They All Sleep. We Just Dream.
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