Poems from MacyMacy

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~*Poet, Photographer, Lover of Poe, 17 years young. That is all*~
There are some things that we cant understand like the flutter of our heart at the brush of a hand like the silent agony when he walks away...
Do I have your attention now? I've performed my tricks and Have you believing in perfection. I've made my sins disappear Right before your...
In times like this, it's easy to ask Where was God? Why did He let this happen? The answer seems to always be there Looming over......
My eyes are closed listening to the raspy sound of my own breathing. Feeling the feeble beats of my fading heart. I can feel the chills or...
Imagine the stars as teardrops Suspended in the eyes of angels looking down, watching. The reason they fall is because of the horror they...