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You push, and I pull—
our love a constant struggle
Try to conjure bliss
Tag: loss
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Enthralling Swoon
For all the reasons I should go,
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I just need one, to make me stay
My mind is whiplashed to-and-fro
I think about you everyday
Too much time, I spend like this
On the edge of certain doom
You’ll find me here, beyond the mist
Between forever—enthralling swoon -
Azalea Lee
art, creative writing, diary, haiku, journaling, loss, love, poem, poems, reading, relationships, senryu, writingAzalea Lee,
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Don’t think about me—how we
used to be—go free
If I wanted thee
to fixate on me, don’t ye
think I’d have done more
I can’t right foresee
a future where we… connect,
as bitter as it makes me
Forget about we,
about us, about me… please
I need this to be
Is it really wrong, If it’s alright
Am I the black, in this world of white light
So sick of bulls_t, too weak to fight
So goodnight, goodnight, I guess we were right
This story’s been wrote, before our first fight
Goodnight, goodnight, I guess they were right
If left up to me, I’d hold you too tight
Your wings won’t take flight
Your songs won’t sound right
So go, as you know, what I say is what’s right
A chance or a plight
A boon or a blight
Choose well, choose now, ain’t waiting all night
And if, by somehow, that our sacred vow,
should make it through the night,
I promise thee, that you’ll always be,
the single best thing in my life—
all that I’ve ever done right
Words cut like the edge of the knife
So I’m sorry,
so sorry,
I’m sorry to see you go
But if you should stay,
there’s no other way,
that I see how our story will go -
Mercury
Go on
Have an affair,
I really don’t care
I’ve cried enough for the both of usYour wants,
your lust,
the broken trust
I can’t understand why your doing thisI tell myself,
you just need some help
and maybe that’s true, although dangerousYou pull me down
We both hit the ground
Mercury’s wings can’t hold the two of usIs it a spell,
this miserable hell,
that one might become so insidiousFor I’ve tried my best,
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to outlast your test
But now, I really don’t give a F__k
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