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I am a drawing
A mistake, a mess
I'm made of scribbles and lines
I am your creation, or better known as,
A doodle created from your boredom
I have no eyes to see with
I have no ears to hear with
I have no mouth to speak with
I have no heart to feel with
Change me if you'd like
Tear the paper I call 'home'
But I'll just remain your creation made of graphite
And if you erase me, I won't mind
If you clear every trace of my existence, I won't mind
If you forget me, I'll try not to mind
But it's harder to say than to do
I am a drawing
Your mistake, your mess
That you created from your boredom
I am a drawing
On a scrap of paper
Forgotten by the one I loved
A mistake, a mess
I'm made of scribbles and lines
I am your creation, or better known as,
A doodle created from your boredom
I have no eyes to see with
I have no ears to hear with
I have no mouth to speak with
I have no heart to feel with
Change me if you'd like
Tear the paper I call 'home'
But I'll just remain your creation made of graphite
And if you erase me, I won't mind
If you clear every trace of my existence, I won't mind
If you forget me, I'll try not to mind
But it's harder to say than to do
I am a drawing
Your mistake, your mess
That you created from your boredom
I am a drawing
On a scrap of paper
Forgotten by the one I loved
Literature
Melancholy thoughts
I taste
the sweetness
in your words,
only to wonder
how many others
have tasted
them too.
Literature
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flowers wither
in the fields
soldiers fight upon;
and they bloom
across the fields
children dance upon.
Literature
valopolo telo
i didn't tell him
that i hated roses
yet; he doesn't
deserve to know
"have you ever ran away from home?"
no but i daydreamed about it a
million times because i want to
feel wild and free and feel like
light blue and the color of sand
with a graphic tee and blue jeans
while my hair's undone and i can
hold on to a man that i love drifting
on the highway,
motorcycles jet black and coca cola
veins, god please let this become my
teenage years, i don't want to be
holed up in my room studying, i want to be
h
a
p
p
y
but you could
be great, you
could own a
company and
rule the world
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On your window sill, a dust-covered crumpled scrap of paper sits still, waiting
And what lies inside is a drawing of a simple heart that's been smeared
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And what lies inside is a drawing of a simple heart that's been smeared
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