And There's Something Less About Her.

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And There's Something Less About Her.

You used to be there for me.
what happend to those times?
I feel like lately you don't even give a damn.

...I feel like this isn't where you want to be.
Tell me i'm wrong?
...Silence feels the Air, I'm Right.

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And, i need to get away.
I don't blame you.
But, i need to get away from you.
Not Just You, But for Me.

Life i'm living isn't up to MY PAR.
and i can't stay anymore for the people who mattered.
Its past due to find the REAL.

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The things i wanted are dead now.

They made them dead and alive to me.

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Who was that at my door knocking?
could it be myself.
stricken back from hell?
you sent me to hell.
i'm tired of burning.
And, if i drowned i'll be worse off than a sinking ship.

suffocation in the midst of an asshole and quick sand.
stranded...by humanity on the shore.
Alone.

I can't take anymore.
your not giving me any attention anyways.
None of your time.
3 hours once a week i can't live on.
I can't grow on.

On Pause with you near.
worried. body frozen.
plug my ears while around YOUR friends.
i can't bare to hear how wonderful you are without me.
Wait, aren't these the friends that told me to drop your ass and leave you on the floor?
Where are you standing...If its not with me.

I guess that's what i'm missing.
Standing Alone.
My own Free Bird, Wild and Free.
Jumping off competing against my shadows.
Listening to the bears in the distance.

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And, there's something in your eyes...
but, i can't quite tell what you're trying to say with them.
maybe you'll come back to life?
will you be there in the end.
time has faltered you each time.

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sedation under a microscope.
Can't you tip the half empty glass over already?

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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