

of streetlights and defeat Close your mouth, stumble out to the streetof streetlights and defeat by ~xARiELA
This concrete is cold but your tears are sweet.
Keep it together now, let's not come untied.
You can't pretend you never tried.
Open your eyes and pick up your feet
Tonight the streetlights are screaming defeat.
He was like wind and you were a kite,
But you had never seen a star quite so bright.
Now your lips are chapped and your throat is sore.
You left your keys in his left dresser drawer.
The shape of his chest is still on your cheek
It's three in the morning and this silence won't speak.
There is no conclusion to this fogged over night
This part of town doesn't feel quite righ


seaside he followed her whims and fancies all the wayseaside by ~xARiELA
to the irish seaside and when the
winds grew too cold and too harsh
for his down-south-georgia self he
didn't go home because she loved
the seaside more than she loved him.
she dreamed of being flawless, a
little bit like the seashells she found in
the cold rocks that tried so hard to be sand.
so she wore white dresses and
braided her wintry dark hair and didn't realize
that she didn't have to pretend.
they danced the night away with
seashells broken beneath their feet and
soon he realized that
he never wanted to go to the seaside in the beginning
but he fell in


dont write under the influence Dr. Asclepius called me;dont write under the influence by ~ChloroformBoy
he told me i'm bipolar
(i still say it's luxuria)
My prescription?
Fucking medicine.
Take two pills:
Doctor's Orders
(as if anyone actually
obeys those, anyway)
Take another pill.
One for each time
you looked at me,
then two more if
i had looked back.
i'll take one more for that time you
branded fake
Who am I? by *Sugarock99
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