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FadingI feel it in my heart
It's starting to show
How distant we've become from each other...
Yet it doesn't at the same time
When it happens
When i luckily get to have it happen
Everything's magical and amazing
But when I'm here all alone
I know its gone
Not afraid to let you go
As long as it is what you want
After all that's happened
I'm amazed it's still holding on
Yet breaking apart more and more
Afraid to say
When did it all begin to fade??
Of what you might say....
And if what's in my heart is true
I'll do whats right
And say to you
You've Created My WorldI never thought I'd see the day
Where everything turned out better than ok
I never imagined a world so bright
It's just as beautiful as it was in the night
You've made your decision
Though I'll admit, you took your time
None of that matters anymore
Because you're finally mine
The touch of your lips
The feel of your arms
The warmth in your eyes
I know none of these could bring harm
I'm living in a euphoric world
It shows nothing but perfection
Which of course, is contradictory
Because I think that's an imperfection
But this... this is different
I can't find a thing wrong
And strangely, I love it
And it inspired this song
But the only reason it's so bright
So fun, and nice, and calm
Is because you're with me in it
And if you weren't...
It would all be gone.
I am beautiful...As I look in the mirror
I see a face
And on that face,
I see two deep holes were "eyes" should be
I notice that there is no lips
Just the bare teeth and gums
Is this what they call...
A failed surgery?
I'm just awkward.I'm awkward.
I stumble on my words and say stupid things.
I replay a conversation in my head to make sure I didn't say anything thick.
I'd rather be at home on the computer than out with friends.
I don't know how to make nice with strangers.
I'm not sure how people feel about me, and it makes me nervous.
I don't think I'll ever accomplish what I want to.
I get frightened at the thought of talking to someone new, and not knowing what to say.
I can't keep a conversation going.
I blush when I see them.
I'm constantly scolding myself for not saying what I want to.
It's not because I am shy.
It's not just my generation.
It's not because I'm addicted to the internet.
It's not because I haven't experienced the world.
I'm just awkward.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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