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I'm looking for some magic
cause coming is a storm
I'm looking for somewhere
to help keep me warm
To shield my heart
to replace my guards
to keep it together
all the broken shards
There's a storm coming
and away they would fly
those shards in the wind
without them I would die
So I'm looking for a shelter
and hoping you're there
to keep me upright
because I need someone to care
cause coming is a storm
I'm looking for somewhere
to help keep me warm
To shield my heart
to replace my guards
to keep it together
all the broken shards
There's a storm coming
and away they would fly
those shards in the wind
without them I would die
So I'm looking for a shelter
and hoping you're there
to keep me upright
because I need someone to care
Literature
A Special Kind of You
You have a special kind of presence
Welcoming emerald leaves
All wrapped up in shimmering light
With dappled waters below
Singing tunes that vibrate off the mountains
And ring to the skies above
In areas of nothingness
You Shine
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When We Were Special
I remember days
When the world was new
And the stars lived their lives in beautiful formation
When we knelt to kiss the buttercups
And rubbed dandelion juice across our pale, paper-thin eyelids
To stain them the color of sunshine
Days when we knew our places
In the shimmering galaxy that burned with life and love
I remember warm skin:
Not the kind that ached to be slashed and then shed
So that we could finally escape
The slender, sticky spider web ropes
In those days we ran through headstones
Our small feet painted with mud and toenail polish
Stomping over the dead
And disturbing the sleep that they worked so hard for
Without
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Here For You
It's killing you slowly
It's pulling you down
It's making you anxious
It's making you frown
The guilt is consuming
You know it's not right
But it's too addictive
You'll lose this fight
You sit in your room
With the music up loud
To drown out the sorrow
The angry black cloud
You try to ignore it
But know it's still there
That thing in your drawer
It kills the despair
Whole body shaking
But head is held high
You will not succumb
Won't break down and cry
'Stuff it' you think
You pull out the knife
Already addicted
'It won't wreck my life'
Without hesitation
You plunge it in deep
You drag it across
And the blood starts
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From a few months ago, so don't worry, I'm fine. I still like the idea, so I put it up.
© 2010 - 2024 Al-Morning
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Great poem! 