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1.
What are these words,
which swell deep within me,
these provocations of emotion,
that yearn to be free?
What are these words
I find so hard to voice,
yet like a volcanic eruption,
I simply have no choice...
What are these words,
fighting it's way
like a rabid dog,
still I fall in dismay...
What are these words,
as I look in the mirror,
where emotions run bare,
with a bottle of liquor...
I wish I had words
for these voices that linger;
while I lay wading the seas
like a shipwrecked sailor.
I'm speechless by your treachery,
in this my mind grows weary;
knowing deep inside that sometimes,
no words needn't reside.
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2.
I got you figured out love,
like an open book that you didn't want me to see.
Trying to spin my mind for a whirl -
but you're as transparent as you'll ever be to me.
And now I think back,
Oh God I must have been high,
cause now I realize you're a big 'ole lie -
See I adored you for the longest;
even had me all wrapped up believing you.
I fell into your words,
without seeing things through.
I would've given you anything,
in fact I'm pretty sure I did,
but if my heart wasn't enough,
then I don't know what more I could bid.
I guess life is like a song though,
with melodies ringing true,
what was it that Marvin said,
I bet you're wondering how I knew -
about your plans to make me blue.
You could have told me yourself,
that you love someone else,
instead I heard it through the grapevine...
Now while I'm free from your lies,
you'd never be mine.
I got you figured out love -
like no one else does.
I got you figured out -
so go on, and make a fuss.
Make me the villain in your story for all I care,
cause I see through that body as it lays bare.
You're nothing but an empty shell anyone can wear.
Fuck, it kills me to feel this,
and it kills me to know this -
that while my love is unconditional -
here's my two weeks notice.
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3.
Problems are the new fad -
Problems is a new drug -
Problems is what people face
while using it as an excuse,
like a used up rug.
Problems gain sympathy,
give into empathy -
To attract attention,
but really it's just a pity.
Problems are okay though,
when words are given thoughtfully -
Problems are okay,
when it can be solved right away...
It's when you begin to sound
like a broken old record
without any effort,
that problems -
just aren't problems at all.
It's here -
where I feel my ears begin to fall.
So thank you, if you're being earnest...
And sparing me the trouble
of running into a furnace.
But if you're a kind of fisherman,
fishing pity and attention from me,
I hate to break this to ya,
but I blew all the fish up with TNT.


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:O What a masterpiece ! ! !


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I forgot to add on .. I like the first n the 3rd one ))


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Thank you Ella, I appreciate you taking the time to read


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