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We were found in a pool of blood
Starcrossed lovers in each others arms
Suicide note in your pocket
Your hand grasped tightly in my palm
You were wearing that red dress
Under your overcoat
The rain had fallen hard that day
Distorting the words which you'd wrote:
'Dear cruel world and everyone within
I am leaving you all today
With the only boy I have ever loved
Lay silent here next to me
Nobody understands me
Or heals my wounds like he does
He feels the pain and sadness too
and I think we have suffered enough
No tears should be shed on our passing
As our souls now reside as one
Look for us in the rain dew
Look for us in the morning sun
Listen for our voices in the wind
Whispering how everything will be ok
Life was ugly but our death has been played out
In such a beautiful way'
Starcrossed lovers in each others arms
Suicide note in your pocket
Your hand grasped tightly in my palm
You were wearing that red dress
Under your overcoat
The rain had fallen hard that day
Distorting the words which you'd wrote:
'Dear cruel world and everyone within
I am leaving you all today
With the only boy I have ever loved
Lay silent here next to me
Nobody understands me
Or heals my wounds like he does
He feels the pain and sadness too
and I think we have suffered enough
No tears should be shed on our passing
As our souls now reside as one
Look for us in the rain dew
Look for us in the morning sun
Listen for our voices in the wind
Whispering how everything will be ok
Life was ugly but our death has been played out
In such a beautiful way'
Literature
I want to forget names,
& faces,
& people.
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
But Shame,
she wont allow me the courtesy.
Literature
Seventeen (In Phases)
1.
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
2.
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday wh
Literature
This is a Song
This is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,
This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.
This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,
This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!
This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,
This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.
This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,
This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!
This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,
This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!
This is a song for all the people, tha
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Such a powerful write. :-P