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Lost in the MemoriesYou were my strength for too long.Lost in the Memories
I held on to your memory for too long. I remember what you forget. I still love what you now regret. My hands still tingle with excitement, When you sit too close to me. Maybe my memory will never fade, But every day I hope it will die. I cannot stand this continuous agony. I am now your best "friend that's a girl." Your confidant who gives you advice, While she secretly wishes to be yours, Again. I just want one real chance. Touch my hand just once more, I promise that is all I will take.
by ~centrstage1116
The BellwetherUnder quasi smiles, I hide the horror of a mind too noisome for words. The mirage I create offers an oasis to the parched, but they can have no drink on the banks of my sea, for I have nothing further to offer. The masses have drained me of all the soothing water I was held in my strangled veins. I am a proselyte to optimism, and, consequently, horribly unlike those who caterwaul to the privileged prince of our twisted hierarchy. For those who notice me at liturgy, I paint a vignette of one consumed by faith. But in truth, my illustration is but a title page to a coloring book with pages as tortured as Poe. The terror of my mind cThe Bellwether
by ~centrstage1116
FailureI steal the futures of careless mortals Who put their lives in my empty hands.Failure
I relish in their pathetic loss of hope, I become the torture that seizes the soul. Forgive me for your wretched distress, I cannot control the monster within. College, friendships, careers, and more; I can make all vanish in a single flash. I control your future. I caused your past. But with your submission, I lose my only mission. Home sweet home. Well, at least home, the sweet might be a bit of an exaggeration. Who said the ninth circle couldn’t be a happy place once I got used to it? It
by ~centrstage1116
Lost ChanceFor a moment in the fleeting dawn, Your eyes sent needles to my spine. I smiled in reply, but with a shiver For Eros had stabbed my back. Sadly, you confused my spasm for chill, So I was taken home in your chariot Just before my curfew would break, And my dress would return to rags. But I watched you turn and leave My lips barely grazing the icy glass. Wishing you had shared a kiss Before I trembled from the cold.Lost Chance
by ~centrstage1116
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