what happensand all is dark
and silent and sweet
and you crawl into your satin sheets
and toss and turn because you cant sleep
all you can do is think
and think
about what we potentially could have had
what if you were really free
and had the chance to be shown the light
and truly for the first time really see
and really believe
and really be
what happens when all these thoughts
and hopes have wilted on the vine
all gone with no beginnings or ends
and all you can do is dream
and wish
and pray
what you lie awake thinking about
and yearning and screaming about
and lying and hurting and cheating about
will one day be ok
and then you wont have to push it away
Gloomy
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But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
Hey, keep posting, I'm watching you
Have a nice day.
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But yes I'm real..stop touching me!
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"All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire, and throws off the challenge with a shrug." -Jim Morrison
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White rabbits grant your wishes, you know.
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
--
"All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire, and throws off the challenge with a shrug." -Jim Morrison
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