Can you hear him?
Can you hear him whispering behind his window Can you hear the rain tick against the glass ever so slow To remind him that the rain hasn’t stopped for years But the pavement isn’t drenched with water but with blood and tears The revolution has started, and the mob is cold hearted Can’t distinguish friend…
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Born to be alone
Maybe I was born to be alone Did I sleep when hands reached out to me Were my eyes closed when they called out to me Do I have selective hearing Maybe it’s nothing I’m fearing And it’s just who I am Perhaps I’m just a broken man Harboring forgotten pain Or I’m really insane…
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Double Standard
Could it be that honesty met integrity and officially stated that women hate it That men look at their back and judge from that if they should approach her Does logic not occur, doesn’t it make sense that the first sentence of a conversation Shouldn’t be about the booty, or is it just me Could…
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Hiding myself
I cower behind words I know you’ll accept Seek refuge with statements I can easily take back I paint lines on my face to distract you from my eyes Stand in the middle of truth so you won’t suspect my lies Cry false tears of real pain, so you can see I’m hurt Place a…
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I started to read
I started to read And the words that I read were the ones that I wrote when I was sixteen And because they were my own words I was able to read between the lines And look into my mind of 10 years ago And all that rage anger and pain I’ll probably never let…
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A flawed imagination
I’m the most terrible writer alive, I can’t even write a happy piece. In almost all of my stories someone has to die, or get tortured. I read one of my stories and I swear to you I was killing millions of people. And the reason why was to settle a wager. And if I’m…
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