late night

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i’ve been trying to find love in a billion relationships and i’ve tried everything i can to make myself feel something and i’ve pushed my feelings so far behind walls and i’ve pushed people away to get free
  Wet fuzzy socks in my shoe Squish every time I walk Around the block with you   Warm winter window smiles From  strangers sharing dinner
Silence-like fame- is transitory, Idolized yet disregarded, It's embrace: quite riveting, Yet it's significance: discarded
Half past twelve Ticking began Surrounded by waves In lengths that fade Silence screamed And my heart gave way To the beast inside Never felt this way
One drink was all; in the beginning. Free, from a man across the bar. One kiss was all; in the beginning. Turning into an awkward morning at his place.
Keeps me on my toes like a dancer  Watch my words curtsey at the end of each line Enunciating as if my words didn't fall short with country Not ready to confess, but I'll write 
You are not alone, but your mind makes you think that way. What if you're actually alone, Just not accepting of the fact? Maybe. Maybe I am.
Pludering towards the shores  the hurricane rises higher, each wave more fierce then that last.  The sea green water churns  and those on land fear the damage it may do,
It's 11:21pm and I'm questioning. Questioning my availability to not only the world, but to myself. My eyes glazed with past faces that reigned my high school hallways. The realm conquered by the beauty and hormonal impulses of young. 
i made a promise— a shackle, a chain, a weight to bear— inked it into my skin, let it hover behind my throat;
I'm the one who always lie the one who always try to go and get the girl but I'm never that guy I'm always tongue tied half high one time when we were chilling at that party it felt like last night
Abandonment... Insecurity Self-doubt Has paved roads Created an army Constructed a masterpiece. Instead of trapping Caging My conscience  It's built and mustered forth courage
the mirror needs to be dirtier if I feel like I can touch my reflection as if it were another person the mirror needs to be dirtier if I am scared of what I see the mirror needs to be dirtier
soft and furry try not to scurry sizing up a lion we are not buying no need to freak the point is bleak we live among you its true the name you gave us
I never understood, The appeal of a sleeping face,   People, They sleep all kinds of ways, With their mouths half open, Drooling like dogs in the summer, Or even snoring,
Glistening hair as silver as the bright lit moon One's time to learn this way of life is never too soon
Growling, prowling, and everything inside me… its seizure shaking My whole body entwining with the movements of the wind, fire, earth... my soul quaking
Late night thoughtsWandering lostThe wolf howls over the silence Black hole heartEmotions exhaustWalking aimlessly through the dark Stares for changeWondering costForest scrapes the tired skin
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