[yours truly]

​By seeing the true you,

I think you've been angry or even blue.

He finds it hard to be in love,

Overshadowed by the great labors of before.

Who is that being in my life?

I think he likes to use a switchblade knife.

He is but a good version of me:

Admired, as he sits upon the sea.

His scar is just a mere exit,

It is not lasting, it runs on sheath.

He's not alone, he brings lust,

a pet, and lots of life thrust.

​The pet likes to chase for youth,

Especially for the one that's in his booth.

The you shudders in a bad morning

He does not want to leave but he may be mourning.

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[synergy]

Uncertain as it seems,

we lie apart at dim.

Our heads against the pillows

at our soul's restless depictions.

May we close our eyes for once.

At dark we should not fear

letting ourselves go.

'Cause at dawn we may not be here.

Disregard my frailty,

excuse my child-like nature.

If you stay in silence for now,

do not come and thank me later.

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[anxt]

Anxiety fills me

It fills me recklessly

It over fills me to even-break point

So I feel like a child

Waiting for a promised gift

Pondering about the possibilities

Of what was vowed to be achieved

Why do words grab our perspectives?

Why do we try and believe?

Maybe I don’t have the answers

At least I’ve got you and you’ve got me

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[simmer]

Since the day you broke me down

I had hope

Hope that we’d live through everything,

That I was gonna be free from my chains,

That I was gonna live to breathe another day.

Since the day you broke me down

I had different paths laid over my feet.

Paths that would lead me away from light.

Paths that wouldn’t bring back to life.

Since the day you broke me down

I’ve been lost

Lost in the long run.

Dwelling with curtains of smoke,

Swallowing to grasp the pain.

Since the day you broke me down

I've been alone

Longing to be found.

Waiting for the flight

To be flickering back home.

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[so-and-so]

Birds fly above you,

They want you for your heart:

it is the purest jewel.

Try not to let them grab you.

I know they are going to prey.

Shoo them away!

God, please! Save him for me!

'Cause birds are flying closer

and I am in fear.

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[pinpoint]

Guess who is here again, me?

No! This one, writting.

How does it feel to be written?

Letting the others decide how it's gonna go.

I do not blame the ones who make scars.

I blame the ones who are afraid.

Sometimes they can be easilly erased,

though never forgotten. 

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