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Don’t let her go! You’d be much too lonely. Don’t let her move on! What the hell are you thinking? Bask in her smiles of hope And drink from her heart she saves for you. Don’t let her heal! You’d be without one to love (on the days that you want to, of course) Charm her, hurt her ... - Poetry > All PoetryShe locks it up and swallows the key Who could ever tell he hurt her permanently? She learned to live alone once again But the pain was never allowed to wane. He still sticks around Like a moth on a wall And dances her around By the strings in her heart She says she’s okay And smiles...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou can’t keep doing this to her. She’s gotten to the point where she still looks for you in a crowd. You shouldn’t tease her with your half-smiles, the ones that hit her in the heart, the ones that release the sandbags, and let her hope. You can see she’s trying. Her attempts to appear...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe can still feel the tension between them. A dull, vibrating tone that buzzes all around her. Their situation could never be mended. Their emotions forced down deeper in their throats. They can feel each other, still. The curve of her body etched into his mind. The way she used to fit perfect...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou can tell she’s dying, the way her heart continues to bleed. You can tell she’s screaming in agony for a savior the way she grasps her chest, attempting to swallow, her mouth trying to form words and failing as the shock sets in. She can tell herself she’s drowning in his own problems o...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsUnder the Skin by Michael Faber was a complete reverse of animal rights. It provided you with a well-deserved example of animals considering themselves human, and treating us as animals. It included a perfectly sculpted collage of feminine rights, animal rights, and the tragic Romeo-and-Juliet-typ...
- Poetry > Free VerseIntroduction. Addiction. Withdrawal symptoms. At the exact moment you find yourself alone. At the exact minute the depths of your psyche strike a chord. At the exact moment you hear the sound of utter abandonment, you know you’re screwed. The melody playing the soft sound of once-friends...
- Poetry > Free VerseIntroduction. Addiction. Withdrawal symptoms. At the exact moment you find yourself alone. At the exact minute the depths of your psyche strike a chord. At the exact moment you hear the sound of utter abandonment, you know you’re screwed. The melody playing the soft sound of once-friends...
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