

Cover MeIn my darkest night I feel you devouring what's left of my soul. You tell me I'm hurting you, and I want to scream. This was never what I planned for us.Cover Me
Can't you see?
You aren't the only one hurting. If I'm selfish, then you're blind. Everything I've done in the past has been for someone else. Maybe I am not fulfilling everything you want for my life, but I'm happy.
Does that count for nothing? &


Because of LoveLightening flashes. Thunder crashes. Floods wash across my soul. Pain inflicted makes me roll.Because of Love
I wish I could hide. Changes happen with the tide. A storm has come. I have drowned. My ship has gone down.
You smile a wicked smile. You tell me, Itll only be awhile and Ill miss you.
You make me promise. Then you stab me. Push me under. You make my ship go down.
I am drowning. You are drowning me. I am dying. Because of love.


KFCI like eating any thing greasy; coated with batter. That's why my rear continually gets fatter. Maybe one day if I get really lucky I'll own a chicken farm in the middle of Kentucky.KFC
Or Perhaps-
Roses are red. Chicken needs batter. Violets are blue. Is my ass getting fatter?
Lilacs are purple. I'm feeling mighty lucky. Orchids are pink. I'm too fat to walk to Kentucky.
Or Even.
Most everything at KFC is coated in batter. Is it a wonder I keep getting fatter? I like to eat chicken it makes me feel lucky. But


HoppipollaDo you remember when we were not so old, and my hair was not yet gray?Hoppipolla
It seems so long ago now. But while this story unfolds we have just found life.
In the early hours of morning my telephone chirps from its cozy perch in the corner of the kitchen. The décor of the room is accented by the walnut furniture. You sound rather pleasant this morning, but I am distracted by the weather.
Fly a kite? I ask. In the rain?
Your answer is something impatient about how you need something to brighten up the dismal clouds. Plus, you chime in, your mother is being a

by ~orangetopatos
by =sakimichan
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
And SO are YOU.
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"You do drink, don't you?"
"I did just say I was a writer."
- 1408
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"You are responsible for the consequences of your convictions."
-Jack McCoy
Thiiiis is my new name. Apres seventeensentences. ^_^
how're you?
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No hospital can fix what I've become. <3
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"I recognize terror as the finest emotion and so I will try to terrorize the reader. But if I find that I cannot terrify, I will try to horrify, and if I find that I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud." Stephen King
Much appreciated.
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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
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"You do drink, don't you?"
"I did just say I was a writer."
- 1408
REAL FRIENDS: Is the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr / Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from
you
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you
FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say 'I'M HOME!'
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life
FAKE FRIENDS: Will talk bad to the person who talks bad about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock the person out that talked bad about you
FAKE FRIENDS: Would ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: Will send this to all their real friends and hope to
get it back!
If you were killed today, I'm sorry I wouldn't be able to come to
your funeral, because I'd be in jail for killing the person who did
it.
First, I wanted to let you know that I love you to death & think
you are amazing!
Second, if I don't get this back I understand...
I have a game for you. Once you read this letter, you must send it to
14 people that you really care about, including the person that
sent it to you. If you receive at least 7 back then you are
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"I recognize terror as the finest emotion and so I will try to terrorize the reader. But if I find that I cannot terrify, I will try to horrify, and if I find that I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud." Stephen King
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