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It makes me sick To remember our names Were one used together. It makes me sick To remember I used To write your last name after my first. And now, Just the thought of a lemon
It's truly tragic, Don't you think? That you can't see yourself As anything but Ordinary. It's as if You are blind to the Extrodinary. Or It could be
You don't visit the home I built for you In my head as frequently. I'll see you from time to time When you stop by with a quick glance Or quick smile; But those aren't as frequent anymore.
1. The left side of my face has more freckles than my right side.  2. The world I live in is different now, the colors are starting to come back. 3. I never learned your favorite color.
I miss holding your hand as you fell asleep. Laying on your chest, listening to your breath And the way you would adjust So your legs were always touching mine.  
Some days our meadow is peaceful; The daisies sway with the breeze  And our river sings a tune. Some days our meadow is on fire; Burning the grass with such passion No one else could ever know.
Listen. There is a beat, Soft, but clear.  One, Two, Three; Listen. There is a beat.  Getting louder, faster.  Four, Five, Six; Listen.
They call me Green after my eyes  But I’m beginning to think they’re telling me lies And that name is merely a disguise To hide the fact that I am Blue. You can see it in all that I do
She sings herself soft lullabies To calm her fears when she cries. Sleepless nights but she says she’s fine, Chaos runs wild in her lilac mind, Flooding into her ocean eyes.
Birds in my stomach And fish in my brains, I have not slept in eighty-eight days. My thoughts hold hands With loneliness in the dark And I can’t fall asleep With the light.
Broken people  Are your specialty. That is why  You loved me. I was your project For a short time. Until you fixed me to the point  Where if you left, I’d be just fine. I was fine.
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