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Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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Dripping from my lips Is a torn oath from my heart. I was wasted by the hour And hung like a forged piece of art.
Sipping on a dire moment I am falling asleep too soon. Have you lost your mind, Saint? Oh he caught me, with his tongue as a harpoon.
Underwater and so dazed, Darling, did you remember to bring the blade? What is a sacrifice without blood? I am working for what I am getting paid.
Fished from the sea, Oh, violent teeth you have succeed. Bloodshot eyes you have awoken with And with bourbon you are greeted.
There is a devil under my skin, A poison in my arteries. Pollution spills from my nose And I feel the drowsiness has started.
Between your eyes is the barrel Touched with your fingertips. There is a girl next door with hair Pulled back in your menacing clips.
Doll face, you arrived too soon But it is not your fault he has come. Hide your face in the closet, For death by secrets is the result of some.
— A / N: Please leave feedback, votes, and theories! COMMENT how you felt the last time you confessed something. I felt relieved to get my feelings off my chest, and so happy to be honest with those around me! I love being able to open up about things bothering me and the things I feel.
