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Sink or SwimToo far past the shoreline, the waves carry you awaySink or Swim
You struggle, you swim, fighting against the oncoming change A bitter realization revealing what this occurrence will soon allow
Twisted alterations of who you are now Searching for any method to escape this wakening storm
But it only drags you under, relentless waves which you cannot depart from A line has been thrown, a net to pull you in Chances to finally regress but away from help you swim A sudden change of mind, recognizing you’d rather float away We wait for you from the pier, hoping you’ll return someday But h
by ~afroleayah
I'm The One To BlameYour picture is at the bottom of my dresser, the one you gave me months ago. The edges of it are creased and the right hand corner is slightly torn from repeatedly pulling it out of its hiding spot. I hide it here each time you leave, only returning it to its rightful place on my desk when you decide to return to me. I’ve lost count of how many times I had to repeat this process. For some reason I always forgive you, accepting your excuses without a complaint. Then when you take my hand, swear to me for the millionth time that you’ll love me forever, somehow your words captivate me. I’m prisoner yet again toI'm The One To Blame
by ~afroleayah
What's Your Motive?I don’t know what I’m expecting. Part of me is praying you’ll stumble across this and regret everything. Do I think it’ll bring you back to me? I want to put everything into words, simply remind you of all that we had. Then maybe, just maybe you’ll feel even a diminutive amount of remorse.What's Your Motive?
Now I realize how things actually are, how they actually were. Our relationship wasn’t built on love and trust. It was merely a compound of your life, a composite of deception and lack of concern. I’d fire clichés and say that it was all a game to you but even you didn’t know how to play. &nbs
by ~afroleayah
Beneath The LayersBeneath the layer of artificial love, under the cover of countless lies There’s a tiny voice that whispers warnings in the dead of the night It cries out to you to escape, cautions you do not heed Because though the truths before you, you refuse to leave Maybes and what ifs clouded your mind, blocking the view of every flawBeneath The Layers
If only you had peeled away the surface, layer by layer, until you saw That this event was uprising, in no matter of time could you prevent It would have eventually occurred, despite your vain attempts The realization lies before you now as the layers begin to rot away
by ~afroleayah
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- Current Residence: I currently reside on the equator!
- Interests: I'm interested in breathing, it consumes most of my time
- Operating System: I operate your mom
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/leahgoespoop
- AIM: leayahloserXD
- MSN: leayah_lovely@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: leahxhumpsxtoes@yahoo.com
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