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Hydrochloric Infatuation Sometimes I think of youHydrochloric Infatuation by ~craazhy
and of how you don't need me.
It feels as though my lungs
were being filled with
hydrochloric acid.
But then I remember
the pain you feel
and how he left your heart
to die.
It makes me wonder
if you'll ever be okay again.
I know the last thing you
need is to feel like
another guy is lying
straight into your eyes.
I know the last thing you need is me.
I only hope death doesn't come before.
Letter of the Famished Soul Dear Girl,Letter of the Famished Soul by ~craazhy
Always you. Always waiting. Never watching. You think you've seen me, but you don't even know what I look like. You were taught I'd ride through fanfare in blazing white Armani riding a noble 500 horsepower Mustang. You weren't told someone of such vanity could never care about anyone but himself. You were taught I would be a prince as if a man given the world at birth would feign interest in the concept of everlasting love.
You've wondered where I might be even as I shouted your name.
They deceive their way beyond your borders and vanish as soon as they have what they want. You cry and wonder why they always turn out to be j
Dragon Queen Canvas surround herDragon Queen by ~craazhy
and cradle the paint.
Not one stroke lost
to compromise and mediocrity.
Wind guide the hand
so my intentions remain
true as her spirit
like none I have ever known.
Colors still
and help me remember the past.
Never should such a face
be forgotten.
Portrait glow for the world
to become infatuated.
Though, never allow them to know
the subject walks the Earth.
Winterfall All mourn the winterfallWinterfall by ~craazhy
when heat and rain come
to cloud the truth.
Discard me
in the Red Sea
Should my eyes go truly blind.
All must ready, for the summer comes.
The fury of our kind creeps
from abrasive rays
sing-songs sung
of the flowers that elude me.
All know us,
the white walkers
whose bones would melt
under the July sun.
Let not the snow fade
with my heart in hand.
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