

loving you tonightwe know it doesnt work and believe me i have tried but that doesnt make the urge in me for you subside.loving you tonight
and if i believed in sin if ever there was a crime itd be the fate, that we create when i keep your lips from mine.
so i will let you hold me
and pretend to be my love
because we fit like magic and itd be wrong to give that up.
so underneath the moonlight our bodys know whats right
and theres no need to fear or greave from loving you
&n


selfless hearta heart is just a muscle that beats inside the chest and when the heart's done giving the muscle it can rest.selfless heart
you were much more than muscle so strong, but not just bone it was your selfless giving that gave our hearts a home.
so sleep now and be happy
you gave all you could give you showed us how to love you taught us how to live.
the muscle has stopped beating but your love is just as strong you gave us every piece of you
so you'll never be gone.


pile of poemsi have a pile of poems as tall as my hopespile of poems
your name on every one.
and sometimes i wish you could read them like i could put them in a book titled "the object of my affection for a larger portion of my life."
and it would make you smile
and maybe make you hold my hand
to show your gratitude, but that's all.
i think i've grown up enough to stop wishing that you'd love me.
and even more to make me
stop loving you.
but i still write about you. and sometimes i want you to read them. thousands of words by a little girl


brothersi was awoken by the banging, crashing, snarling of two angry little boysbrothers
who's fists swell up to twice their size
when their eyes get red like this.
and i cower in my bed waiting for something to break (because something always does) when their chests puff up like this.
and it's not the punches, the slaps, rips, and kicks that makes my stomach churn and my heart implode its the words that tear through every inch
of the sacred things that these boys hold.
phrases searing hot with hate. cutting forests of esteem.
planned out nouns and


Shattered SoulShe used to be a rose, Her petals ruby red. She used to be an angel, With a halo 'round her head.Shattered Soul
This girl was once a dove, Her wings spread open wide. A strong, but beautiful mare, On whom anyone could ride.
Once a gentle spirit, She could heal the deepest scars. She was once the Moon, Who could outshine the stars.
Now her petals are gone, And she's overcome with thorns. Her angel wings have been replaced, With a set of demon horns.
Once a dove but now a raven, She's been robbed of all that's pure. And her


Impolite PastThe past never is polite It only makes you think it's leaving But it always finds a door To sneak back through I have once again made my bed And for once There is nothing keeping me from lying in it And I find relief in a new pattern Different from the one you gave me The maze with no ending The puzzle pieces you hid from me Victimized for your pleasure And degraded due to my vulnerabilities But I have escaped And he will never use my own mind against me Like you did He will never pin me against a wall And then ask me to forget That thaImpolite Past
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