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Tell me a secret or two

If not you,

Who am I gonna be decried to?. ֶָ֢ ♡

𔓘 written by me 𔓘

Poem : A New Love

On the way back home, the lights

Became one with ruffled letters

No power in me will works

To count destination's miles

Where colors of you jump out of hand

Into panels, I will write a “poem run”

Of our matches that became this road's sun

And we'll be knocking doors for a greater land

Until then, your place is beside me only

Don't be in front of me for seein' my eyes's worlds

You'll see them like how we'll meet with hours

Of knowing someone's face like yours truly 𔘓𓂃⭑

ꫂ ၴႅၴ written by me

white 44 year old twitter user with a03 addict in their bio: fuck off worlds youngest and yet most verbose baby. just another puriteen minor inserting themselves into adult spaces. go play in the sandbox Also heres ur dox: 123 Circle Road ..... yea i have that....if someone shows up to your house and shoots you and kills you then thats deserved 🤷‍♂️ know your fucking place and get the hell out of the cocomelon fandom if youre not ready to see dark topics

Coolio: As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left 'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that Even my momma thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin' Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight Been spendin' most their lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise Been spendin' most their lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise Look at the situation they got me facing I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street So I gotta be down with the hood team Too much television watchin', got me chasing dreams

Santa: WHO POOPED IN THE PEANUT BARREL?

Gentle.

I still remember the way

Your hands would slip into mine

Whenever I leave it out in the open

So warm and gentle, just like you

Your lips so soft and tempting

It’s so hard not to miss you

When your presence lingers around

Longer than it should have

I miss running my hands through your hair

Seeing you smile and laugh

Memories awaken whenever I think of you

I still remember the way

Your skin felt against my touch

I caress your face for the last time

Now I’m all alone, and you’re with someone else

I bet you’re so in love with her

Like the way I loved you

But you’ve forgotten me

And I’m still here, going through so much

With all the memories of you haunting me

About all the things we did together

How you were always so gentle

And how you used to love me.

Fading Photographs.

It’s been years since I’ve seen your face

And it still hurts when I look at you

Your smiling face in the photos

Always so happy, looking so young and beautiful

My hand held tightly on the picture frame

As if I’m holding onto you, not wanting to let go

But I know you’ve already moved on

And I’m the only one who’s still waiting

I felt my tears coming down quietly

You in a fading photograph of an almost forever

A life we could have together but never did

I’m wishing for something that won’t come true

And I’m thinking about what could be

If you had stayed…

Lookin right cuz you left

Lookin left cuz you aint treat me right

Lookin up cuz you let me down

Lookin down cuz you fucked up

"You priest men are in such a hurry, as if dead men don't have all eternity"

- The Wolf man

Wow I know

Self Inflicted(TW*)

With a needle in hand and ice in her veins,

She carves her pain onto her skin with no restrain.

Blood drips like tears from her broken heart,

The addiction consumes her, tearing her apart.

Each prick of the needle brings temporary relief,

But the scars on her skin are a cruel thief.

She's trapped in a cycle of self-inflicted pain,

Unable to break free from the addiction's chain.

She longs to escape the torment within,

But the only escape she knows is through sin.

The needle and ice are her only solace,

A twisted form of self-inflicted malice.

She's a prisoner of her own twisted mind,

Trapped in a world where pain is all she finds.

But deep down she knows, she can never be free,

For the addiction has taken her soul, with no key.