WalkerI don't speak Nouns and verbsWalker
I speak.....
Pain!
I shout Feelings..
Of anger and some times even rage.
So correct me if I am....
WRONG.
But Love to me is much more then....
A Four letter word.
hurtTrust,hurt
Trust is a hard thing for me And you say not to trust you
so im left here with my heart beating Heart fleeing.
In all directions my mind races.... Do i say something, should ignore it, what should i say, do i hint, can i trust why dose this hurt.
I give you my heart and i cant seam to let it go strings still bind me
as if so i cant let go.
Im left here with my heart beating to get out because... Because....
Well i just dont know.
I tried trust once, I still shake from that t
shakingi can feel my heart shivering, like its cold. But its fear that trembles the strongest muscle in my body my head sinking in ocean of distanceshaking
pulling down to my gut
i feel the powers of my thought grow feeling scared yet unsure
How do you start? What do you say? Will i lose? Will they stay?
You love them so much so you destroy your self Its and unhealthy betrayal of your own heart to withhold this evidence
but you love so deep you can repair, this can work
i love so deep that i have sunk
worldDid you see the world today,world
Did you really open your eyes,
smiled, took in a deep breath and said ahhh. I feel like living.
I opened my eyes, saw your same world. and screamed
my blood aching threw my veins, as my heart races to help expel the air from my lungs to brush my cords of speech.
can you feel my scream shake the earth, as the blood etches between my teeth.
Eyes still open, salt water filling ducts dilated for a full view
With the oxygen gone, muscles screaming for empathy begging for forg
crap!
Questionable
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
my walls are flaming"
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I’ve committed the cardinal sin of loving you too much
in my way of not enough.
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I’ve committed the cardinal sin of loving you too much
in my way of not enough.
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I’ve committed the cardinal sin of loving you too much
in my way of not enough.
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I’ve committed the cardinal sin of loving you too much
in my way of not enough.
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I’ve committed the cardinal sin of loving you too much
in my way of not enough.
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I’ve committed the cardinal sin of loving you too much
in my way of not enough.
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