there's this thing
lurking inside
fear within
i'm trying to hide
phobic to commitment
afraid of happiness
scared to bust the bubble
no more, no less
stop kidding around
and be serious for once
stop messing with my head
and just put this to an end
no, i refuse to go the other way.
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The night sky
a poem i wrote
youre fingers, cold to the touch lit by the bitter light of the moon. youre broken heart wraps around the burning night... if ther is a glimmer of love in the corner of youre heart will you show it to me in my dreams... stars disapear
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