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Lost and Found. One boy.Lost and Found. by ~UnbareablyMe
One girl.
One fall day.
They met.
She obsessed and never spoke to him again.
She wondered what he thought.
She found him again.
They talked.
And so the story continues.
Secret Sharer I can see it all so cleary.Secret Sharer by ~UnbareablyMe
The reason to be is so wrong.
Is there anyway for me to stop my lie?
Thinking long and hard ive determined my only way out.
Ill have to tell you the truth or say goodbye.
I decided they'd both hurt so ill continue to lie to my dieing day.
Are you ready for the truth?
Wallowing With Rainy. One to mince words silently;Wallowing With Rainy. by !Silica-Streak
Is there a reason to change for another?
Anyone I feel objected to can
Leave with an overt lover.
Nothing too hasty can make but her mother
As one to say that a price to pay
Is inside of the wall of a man.
Was something the matter with the day?
Did something occur that ostensibly fogged your glasses?
Or is someone staking your heart with tethers?
There was another who came into my life richly
But did not see the feelings towards lasses.
A blockage in the burning of the hearth
Is addressed with distinction, desolate and dearth.
Destitute Honey. The sweater that she wears;Destitute Honey. by !Silica-Streak
A bright red.
It scares you to institutionalization.
You foresaw the despair that she caused
As she wove a scarf that told of your pain.
The black ink on your hands runs slowly
And you cry for such melancholy.
Everyone is watching as, in the middle of the floor
You are being left askewn.
He never understood, and she thought she knew...
They do not know like I do.
You must not avoid this;
You must go and experience this
As everything helps us to grow.
It forces us to feed our ranting, raving crows
The fodder of robust, tantalizing
Eyes.
Those bundles of ocular tissue.
A cyan shade of malnutriti
Love-Starved Diva. If I ever bothered to look out my window,Love-Starved Diva. by !Silica-Streak
I would then see a frightening complex of photon particles
That they-whom-study would call sunlight.
I do not usually try to fake it.
If I am feeling down, then you probably just downsized me.
It is sickening to hear that I have to do things
That bollix the will of the feelings inside of me.
I do not want to have to leave him.
I want him by my side, comforting me;
When the subject of whom my tears are for
Is someone who does not see clearly.
Do you ever feel malaised to muster up courage?
When someone tells you to pick up all of the broken pieces that
You cannot locate?
Do you e
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