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I'm not one for fists, and honestly, the fact that you would punch someone for me isn't very hot. You've seen me come to to school with black eyes, busted lips and bruised skin. Yeah.
I'm sorry, but who are you to judge a book by its cover? I could give you the world.. BUT  I'm an infant so I guess I can't light your world up.   I'm sorry but who are you to walk away from me?
To him:   I dreamt of him Again Of his dark caramel skin On my porcelain white His soft hands combing Through my thick hair His full lips Pressed against mine  
To him:   I dreamt of him Again Of his dark caramel skin On my porcelain white His soft hands combing Through my thick hair His full lips Pressed against mine  
You do not deserve to be mocked. You are worth more than that.   People do not get to take your success from you. You earned that.  
We are joined at the hip Just like siamese twins. Inseperable, but I don't mind a bit.   You'll always be my go to, Because I love you.
The thunder; it roars in the night resembling my stomach, for which I haven't ate a thing in days. Staring at my food, picking around it with my fork. The wind seems to blow cold sharp shards into my skin.  
It didn't matter what I thought to regret my decision to change my choice I chose my country I chose my God over you I hurt you I angered you I considered you trying to change me
You despise me, yet I desire you. It's comical, they say, the way we banter. We smiled then. I don't smile now. You left me behind for bigger things;
Whenever I'm feeling blue, all I do is look at you Your smile melts my heart, I pray we never part. On the days that you're away, I know we'll halfway My days are up and down, you never leave a frown
Teasing me all day, driving me crazy in your special way. Now the anticipation is driving me crazy I can hardly wait. Finally the time has come for us to be as one. As I layhere in bed waiting for you,
The knife in our backs The memories revived I see it all When he plunged it in my soul.   How cruel was he,  Listening to me complain As the soul I was allegiant to 
all the boys be chasin,  even thoe i be take'n,  i say no and start to go, but they just dont know,  that i'm already dating and i got a boy wait'n, 
My hands are often cold, like ice, like the Arctic. I dont know why. I must tuck them into my lap, just to warm them. But when I'm with you, they get hotter, like the heat of a fireplace,
They call themselves boyfriends,But are they really?Yes, they’ve asked you out.Some don’t even do that.They message you dailyWorry about you every secondIf you don’t answer,They might even get mad
Leafless branches obscure my vision. They block out so much more than The frilly obscenities that blossom From flora of the fowl.
I wish it had been a dream. I wake up in the night. Covered in sweat and full of fright. The pain is terrible. My thoughts unbearable. My muscles contract. I have to face facts. It's not my time. I feel a chill run down my spine.
Days and days go by Weeks and weeks past Still hurt by what has passed A life that I can never get back Mistakes are made that are hard to face But at the end of the day I still feel the same way
Two lost souls tangled in the rapture of youth, One spoke lies while the other breathed the truth. A fantasy of love they both had fallen for, But the boy was too imperfect; the young girl yearned for more.
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