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a dime short of a dollarIt fell on a quarter past ten one time too many when she whispered to the stars, "I love the moon more."a dime short of a dollar
And it was here (behind her father's locked backyard shed or perhaps back in the woods at your favorite park bench or withthewronggirl, withthewronggirl) you first felt the touch, heart, and soul of another almost like you.
She set this scene before a time or three you knew of, then some you forgot to write down-
and all you wanted was a dance...
around the bargains and auctions to the pressing palms on ch
by `rebelchic
another poem for the massesI sometimes dance alone in my room, screaming to the lyrics being fed through my speakers pretending he can see me through the light layer of dirt covering my window, and I pray to whatever god there is that he secretly does the same.another poem for the masses
But the devil knows he doesn't.
I don't come here often since that last moment he was here.
Well, sometimes. But it's only because of the way he made me smaller before he touched my hips.
Your therapy is a mind fuck without GHB [that I forgot to put in the vodka this morning] That was the only way to g
by `rebelchic
the lwwdI used to take long walks with Destiny. Those long late-night walks when it was just starting to get cool outside and the moon could be seen hiding behind thin layers of clouds. I liked taking those walks. Listening to the rustle of the leaves on the empty streets while the wind warms the body. It was nights like that I loved. But Destiny was always changing. Evolving into something different each time I saw him. Sometimes his eyes were blue, sometimes they were brown or green. These little things told me he was trying something new. The little changes are the ones that told me his mood. While the big ones caused catastrophes.the lwwd
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the L wordI forgot your name the day after you left me- and that was because I never knew it from the start.the L word
No, I didn't notice how your black bangs fell over your blue eyes, or how when you smiled you looked younger. Never noticed the way your laugh sounded or how your lips tastedfelt on my neckthighs.
Didn't catch the way you inhaled slower after putting out a cigarette or listen to your heart when I rested my head on your chest.
You promised it would be fun.
Maybe I don't remember the story you told me about how love is worth
by `rebelchic
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