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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
sextiotre
my tongue tastes like
lemon ice box pie, i
keep falling asleep
and i have no idea why
cotton
candy
raves
parlor
trick
bones
you don't need
to force opinions
down the throat
of a corpse; well,
you don't need to
force anything down
a corpse, unless you're
into that
dollhouses and
baby pink, she
wears three colors
and none of them
are black; how does
she survive in a
world so dark
i'm in love with
macabre: i think
that art was meant
to be dark and
emotional
(black and
blue, all
the way)
i can see ken
looking at
me, telling
me i'm better
than his girl
and that i'll
always be better;
he said he could
give me the world,
i got potential,
shar
Literature
A reason
Our love
Was
Strong
Powerful
Intense
A miracle
A dream
Come true
But you
You had to
Ruin
It all
Our happy
Moments
Over
Our beautiful
Memories
Broken
Give me
A reason
Just
A single one
Tell me
Why
I should
Forgive you
Why
I should
Let you
Live...
Literature
scapegallows and metacarpals
i was cracking collar bones,
splitting through my spine &
oh - i was divinity, a demigod
to paint my knuckles red before
my lips were blue.
i'd wanted to be wayworn;
i'd wanted to be catatonia
& comorbidity but
i knocked my molars loose
on my right metacarpals,
spat out yellowed teeth
like headsmen lop the necks
off sanctities
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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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