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Scarlet RoseFor so longScarlet Rose
Living love consisted of hook ups and heartbreaks
Being enchanting and being unattached
Life of a girl who didn’t look for love
Cycling through those not worthy
Achieving perfection through number of conquests
Number of stolen hearts I never shed a tear for a single one
But some cried out for me
I smiled and said I couldn’t do this
Running away from fears
Away from pain away from vulnerability
Risked the life and took a chance Let you in
And after a month you broke me down. And you seemed so happy that you
by ~wildeheart
Pocketknife PrincessWhen her heart broke,Pocketknife Princess
She always felt the need to draw- Lines and crosses mostly,
Not true artwork in itself but she,
Convinced the works engraved, unexposed
are beautiful. Drawn only when she feels desperate and alone; Failed a test, Reminding her of the declining chance of Ivy League. Another weekend morning waking in jeans and dried contacts, Beer cans littered around her and an unknown sleeping next to her.
Fight with her parents, One at a time at separate houses of course. She draws to repress reality. But her drawings, a constant reminder of her past, &nb
by ~wildeheart
Matt Laughlin At WegmansMatt Laughlin at WegmansMatt Laughlin At Wegmans
Waiting at coffee For possibility coming,
Getting antsy Tapping feet
Flipping phone
Open close
3 min you say.
Meet me at smoking, You say.
Drive and pull up
Butterflies in my throat
Erupting engulfing
I was a looking beauty
But
Waiting waiting I questioned.
You’re pulling up
Walking walking
Eyes your eyes I smile
Wondering.
Small talks Hugs, sex eyes. (mine) And your, Your. Not what I expected
by ~wildeheart
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Mrs. Hopeful - Chapter 2The first time that we had sex I bled onto his sheetsMrs. Hopeful - Chapter 2
And I do assume That they were ruined Of any further use
We washed them though And very slow The red turned back to blues
I'm sorry dear. No problem dear. I forgot you were a virgin.
The first time that we had sex I bled onto his sheets
I told the truth He stole my youth And now I'm not brand new
It would seem so He said you know You fuck just like one too
I'm sorry dear. No problem dear. I forgot you were a virgin. &
by ~IMustBeAlive
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- Current Residence: New Jersey
- Interests: writing, drawing, painting
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- Favourite artist: ZaK Smith
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So, I pull my coat back and real slow (no reason to start it up yet) I rest my hand by the Smith. Then I give them that cold smile and in the low, soft killing voice I say, "Gentlemen, I'm your worst nightmare. A gunfighter with a rendering station"
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Just kill me, And spare me all this pain.
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