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Red petals
Green leaves
Black thorns
True beauty
The sign of love
A sight to behold
Green leaves
Black thorns
True beauty
The sign of love
A sight to behold
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Stay Alive
Please.
Talk to me.
Tell me what shattered your heart inside.
Your heart is beating, yet, you're not alive.
You're hearing, yet, you're not listening.
You've become a black shadow.
Lifeless.
I can see the demons in your eyes.
Your eyes have glazed over.
Your life is coming to an end.
But yet, you're still healthy, still alive.
You smile to hide your pain.
But you're slowly dying inside.
You keep saying 'I'm fine', when I know you're not.
You tell me 'it's just a phase. Don't worry'
But I've never worried so much before.
You're like a leaf
Your beauty slowly withering away, unbeknownst to everyone around you.
Soon, you're going to fall from th
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red red roses
i am not a goddess
nor do i
believe i wish to
be one.
i think
i'd rather be a half-forgotten
fairy tale
or a girl with opium
eyes and a
glass tongue;
an angel
who doesn't believe in
god, an
angel who
kisses demons with lips
that whisper poetry as artificial
as the mannequins in a
department store.
i want wings:
appendages stitched from
dying butterflies
and the feathers you
can find on
the ground - dirty,
ripped, but still
beautiful.
and i would soar
higher and higher
until i
couldn't breathe
and buy up
all the stars.
if i am being
honest,
i fall in love with
dragon girls
and wolf boys
much like the way a candle
melts; fast, hot,
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Invisible
I'm invisible,
Everyone knows that.
I have not a presence,
I have not a voice,
I have not a reality,
I'm just not there.
It really isn't fun,
Because my emotions
Are ignored,
My ideas, my thoughts,
Are discarded,
My body, my being,
Is pushed around.
Maybe if I
Could open my mouth,
Could make myself talk,
Could make my
Presence known,
I would be seen.
But I cant,
So I'll disappear,
Go back to my world,
And not speak,
Not show emotion,
And be invisible
Again.
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The flower of love, something you don't want to press your fingers on too hard.