She’s the kind of girl that gathers withered wildflowers, and sticks them in her hair even though their beauty has gone. There is a broken beauty is something such as flowers without life. Their crumpled petals and weak stems remind her of herself, and almost like looking in a shattered mirror the reflection seen is all too familiar. Is it wrong to collect the things that remind us so much of ours...

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The leaves fall

Tumbling to the ground

Each branch of the tree

Getting bare and brittle

Some leaves fall straight down

Some leaves get carried by the wind

I sit and watch

Each leaf on an adventure

Some broken

Some cracked

Some gone from view

Each one leaving a memory

On the big tree

That is now nude

And pure

My heart was once pure

And covered in a ge...

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I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall Nobody hears my cries, nobody notices when I call
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall.   When the night comes calling, then you might see me,
Just a mere reflection of the man I used to be
My life is now over, the end is yet to come,
I am the man in the sha...

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A voice is still unheard and a face still is unseen,

there's a heart beating in the crowd of mean,

its innocence has been pushed down beneath,

it does not trust the world whether it will let keep it clean.

 

It has been hurt and ditched before,

and now its afraid to come forth,

it was torned down, broken and burned into ashes,

and it took long enough to join the pieces.

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Silly little Puppy,

silly little Dog.

She's hyperactive,

she's an attention hog.

 

I love her

to pieces,

with her I

love to play.

But sometimes I

wish she'd just

go away.

 

For just a

few minutes,

to give me

 a rest.

 

Cause sometimes

my  patience,

she does test.

 

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Her heart beats to the rhythm of a broken tune

Staccato

Unable to soar

Like an unfinished song

She longs to be complete.

 

Her heart is gold, yet tarnished

Impacted by the years

Of aching thoughts

Silent

Begging in her head.

 

Her heart is fragility at it's finest

Take it in your hands.

Broken

Let her fragments be repaired

Only by you.

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Until the sun is bruised and the birds are gone,

I will be here.

So, if you want rid of surrounding eyes

then it's best you break my heart.

A word of warning before you do,

this smile you see now will never be for you,

not one minute more.

It'll be for the faint azure;

for the innocent laugh of my baby nephew

who doesn't know pain like mine -

I pray he never does.

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My parents laugh from the other room,

Their happiness makes me sad.

I wonder if they are aware

Of my broken heart

Or if they have ever experienced

An ache like mine.

 

His face is everywhere:

In a building with a million corridors 

I can't ignore,

The feeling of a ghost

Lurking sore in the pathways of my mind

There is nothing to be said or done.

 

A source...

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