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O.I.D.I.AIt took but a second We were nose to nose My hands buried in your hair and neck & your hands pressed against my back Our legs a tangled mess As we breathe each others oxygen I am lost in the shades of your eyesO.I.D.I.A
I move Just a fraction away Your hands press harder I want to tell you You aren't the one But your mouth clamps down hard over mine I cannot speak or move or feel Shoved against the wall I am trapped by the warmth of your body
But this isn't right Your lips are softer and your tongue unsure This isn;t how I kiss &nb
by ~scratch-choir
T.T.M.E.W.A.SThere's an empty space Each night Where I should be That softness above your heart My cheek is cold without your skin beneath My arms, still reaching Across the chasms of my lonely bed I'm quietly pretending my spot's reserved When we both know The vacancy's been filled & I'm kidding myself it's all temporary Just like before When we both know this could be the end I'm keeping the words locked in my throat But with every touch they're threatening to choke Im torturing myself with images Late night solo theatre I bet you're living in re-runs &T.T.M.E.W.A.S
by ~scratch-choir
IngrainedI think I must be addicted To the pain and sweetness In each and every kiss My body lusts for the lies That pour from your lips And the gentle caress Of you finger tips There has to be some logic Why I keep insisting That I need you How ever many times We shout and scream and leave I'm always the one begging Please come back to me Some thing is deep seated This need to be abused Ingrained in me To give and recieve Such a bitter sweet pain Because even if you were perfect I'm still on self destruct Some kamakazeeIngrained
by ~scratch-choir
Business as UsualCold and shakingBusiness as Usual
Feet blocking the door
Keep it shut
Head against the sink
Stupid slut
Numbers lipsticked across mirrors
Did you forget
Can you forget
You let them beat you
Another trick
Another tip
"keep your legs closed honey"
The laughs
The looks
Whispers behind hands
So childish
So immature
The highest high heels
Though your head still slumps Layer upon layer Keep it thick Hide the marks In your charity shop best
You stalk You walk
Lights reflecting reds in your bad dye job &nb
by ~scratch-choir
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I hope yo have a good time here, your writing rocks!
be happy, be very happy....
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i love you all the same
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welcome to DA..
nice gallery you've got started..
consider yourself watched..
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I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure dont want to hurt no one
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