

Father's DayYour tie hangs alnone and limp, never lifted off its hanger. It's wrapped tightly around your neck, but only in my thoughts. The lights in the store have ceased to shine, darkness covering all except what scattered moonlightFather's Day
through the window isolates. Poor, lonely tie, as it watched all the others snatched off their hooks by happy young hands. Another painful year it watches, except it
cannot watch, your tie cannot soak itself with heavy tears that stream down every year as it hangs in the near darkness. It cannot have its heart ripped and torn to tatters


Thinking of youThe anger has stung and burned, your belt against my happy skin. Crimson welts left across my soul that throb with each though. Even the tiniest memories make my mind bleed and snap, the broken bones that refuse to leave. You are the biting cold gusts on my naked flesh, the deadbolt stuck forever immobile in the door to my peace, the one who gave me life but stole it from meThinking of you


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Heart, shining through my sunken eyes Soaring across the ground, carried by invisible Wings of happiness, clipped by Fear and memory


My GodThe God you have is the one I want I’d close my eyes and sing to Him Praise His work and dance in wine The God I have is the one I hate My eyes have never shut; I have never slept Knees red from the blood in which he makes me crawl Begging to him for the love he will never giveMy God
im glad you enjoyed the She poem, im thinking of ideas right now, but its a bit late to be writing hehe. might get them done tomorrow or friday. hopefully before i go back to uni on the weekend. its late so i wont read over yours right now, i will tomorrow or friday though.
thanks for taking the time to check out my stuff buddy. Ger.
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I Promised The World And A Dozen Roses.
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And every time I see you
I crave more.
I wanna pull you closer.closer.closer.closer.
But you leave me feeling frozen.
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No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter, sometimes that's just the most comfortable place.
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