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some people are born lucky,
for those,
who are like me,
we have to work for what we want.

Trying to hurt me,
isn’t going to win me back.
~ not this time.

CHOOSE TO LET GO
 AND WATCH THE LOVE START POURING IN
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the butterflies dance inside my brain,
weaving in and out sweet lullabies.

I’m taking chances,
I’m making mistakes,
BUT I’M TAKING CHANCES.
~ to live a life with no regret.

knowing the difference between
then and than
isn’t important...
~ who you are is important.

one more slip,
until she fell,
but rose above all odds,
the angel from hell.

I had a bad day;
I let others control my happiness.

when you can't delete your voicemails,
wondering if it's the last time
you'll hear them speak.
~ That feeling.

YOUR SOUL MATE
Won’t have you asking for the things you want...
they'll already be doing them.
~ A fairy tale.

Happiness is watching my cat fall asleep,
Face first into my blankets.
~ It really is the little things.

I'm sorry sweetheart,
but you didn't need plan B;
YOU NEEDED PLAN A...
 ~ sorry not sorry.

the feelings I feel,
and visions I see,
are blind to normal eyes,
but colorful to me.

You and I
In a w o r l d full of language,
we are told to put ourselves second.
~Strange isn’t it?
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I
wonder
if
i'll
ever
find
myself

her ventilator turns on
& I hear a loud beep
coughing and choking follow
as the phlegm starts to seep
~I don’t want to lose you

sometimes you gotta just cut people off,
and do what’s best for you

Just like the games of chess we use to play,
I’d always lose,
little did I know,
being in a relationship with you,
I’d still just be a pawn...
~I wanted to be your queen.

The only time you bought me flowers,
Was when I had to ask for them

I know I wasn’t the favorite child,
but I was still your child

I enjoyed taking photos with you
but,
the only photos you took,
were ones you could use against me

the eggs cracked upon my mothers hair,
streaming down her cheeks,
leaving d r i p s of sunshine,
screaming for a better tomorrow

I collected broken cigarettes
and crack pipes from the garden,
not much has grown since