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DaddyI looked into my daddy’s room And it was quiet as a tomb I heard my mommy’s quiet cry Whispering, Whispering, “Why, oh why?”Daddy
I saw two feet floating in the air Is that my daddy hovering there? Those are his favorite blue-grey socks Oh why, oh why can’t eyes fit through locks?
I saw a wooden chair askew Who did that, daddy, was it you? And that letter on the floor below? What does it say? Do you know?
I hear a gunshot, my oh my And suddenly I can’t hear my mommy’s cry Should I run? Should I get the phone?
by ~deathsturnonlife
Tears, Tears, TearsIn my hand I hold a blue glue stick I quickly swipe my mouth, so I can forever smile Then I look upon my wrists bleeding so thick Tears, Tears, TearsTears, Tears, Tears
I climb the biggest tree in sight And gaze upon a bright yellow towel For someone so bear, it is a cold night Tears, Tears, Tears
I find a hole, a nook in the tree And I blame myself for being cold So I punch this frozen, useless body Tears, Tears, Tears
A little boy grabs the towel “Mommy, mommy I found it!” With a fit of rage I let out a howl Tears, Tears, Tears
by ~deathsturnonlife
I would let you cryI would let you cry, But only if you so dare, For I would cry tooI would let you cry
by ~deathsturnonlife
An Ode to DarknessYou held me tight, Wrapped your silhouette fingers around my heart, Now, my love, I think we must part No one was there behind me I fell, naïve, into a sea of hate By chance you were passing by, it was fate We made a deal I would stay hidden, and you would hide Clueless in this matter, I did abide A light from the window You told me to look away “Happiness is pain” as you would always say There I was I wore my black shirts and my black skinny jeans I danced with the light, but only in my dreams I looked once You followed my eyes to tAn Ode to Darkness
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Fate and death walk hand and hand,
Hovering over your friend,
When their relationship takes a gruesome turn,
Someones life will end
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uhh.... ._. *poke*
sorry,.... I'm sorry I can't be on for the party..it's my stupid sisters fault.
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uhh.... ._. *poke*
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Ya sway yar wings and try to fly, ya call yar mom & hear the sound of the tear she cries, yar emotions are getting fainter and ya seldom get amazed, yar skin is getting dry, But ya need to know wat ya're living for or ya'll die.
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Fate and death walk hand and hand,
Hovering over your friend,
When their relationship takes a gruesome turn,
Someones life will end
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~Poetry is 10% Inspiration, 40% Perspiration and 50% Depression~
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Fate and death walk hand and hand,
Hovering over your friend,
When their relationship takes a gruesome turn,
Someones life will end
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