Poems from weepingwillowtree

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fiction is my reality
Amy
Amy please let go of my heart My lounges need room to expand  And i find it hard to breath When you press my chest like that.   Amy i know...
You came just as the curtains were closing When everyone left  And it was just me alone with the darkness That's clawed hands started...
They are always there  Even when i can't see them I can sense them. Creeping around the outskirts of my conscience Venom seeping from their...
Its funny hearing people talk about the “good old days” When they were young and carefree And life was easy They talk about their childhood...
I dream of climbing out my window in the dead of night Perching myself on the rooftop and gazing up at the stars The worlds different when...

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