theclouds43

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unspoken lyrics;

unheard melodies

[theclouds43]

I always wondered why I liked you.

There's just something about you

that makes me smile inside.

It's not your fluffy hair or

your effervescent soul.

Not your warm eyes,

yet distant and cold,

Not your goofy smile,

or your sadistic smirk

It might not be

your hearty chuckle

nor can it be

your soft lingering touch

it can't be,

your sadistic comments

which break me down inside

still I smile

It shouldn't be

the way you play with my hair

or your polite demeanor for women

Is it that spark in your eyes,

when I catch you stealing a glance

or when you laugh?

It can't be these things about you,

and so, I still wonder why I liked you

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My lungs drown in smoke.

They aren't pink anymore, are they?

I've started to cough randomly at times.

People ask if I'm alright.

I am, right?

I mean- I don't have a cold and nothing else to be honest.

Why am I coughing?

Why can't I breathe sometimes??

Are my lungs already decaying?

Cough, cough, cough??

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The fragrant flower blooms with dignity;

i fall asleep amidst the sublime

redolance of cigarettes,

on the cold hard stone

of an unnamed grave,

with 'unlovable' etched on it.

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Unlovable.

You called me that but then said it was a joke.

Don't say it was a joke. Own the fact that you said it to me.

Carve it into my skin, my flesh, my bones. Carve your words into my grave and leave it unnamed, to rot.

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Stagnant water becomes a swamp;

flowing rivers bring life.

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My heart is so full of love that it feels like I can't breathe;

my lungs drown in love for you.

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These feelings I can't say;

will they one day fade, and go away?

~i can't reach you

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Venus, planet of love

was destroyed by global warming;

Did its people want too much too?

Did its people want too much?

~mitski

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I hate the cuts

But I crave the burning feeling of bandages pressed against open skin.

I hate the punch

But I crave the sting of a freshly forming bruise.

I hate the tears

But I love the redness of my eyes and the dampness of my skin.

I exist in the aftermath

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The petrichor fills up my lungs,

Why would I ever smoke?

Why would I ever smile?

Just a few more days to go.

The petrichor will no longer be there;

The season of the rain, no more.

What will I ever do then?

Smoke, smoke, smoke?

I would not smile,

With the absence of the rain

My curls would be looser;

I would not be happy

What will I ever do?

The presence of such weather,

Binds me down;

From doing sinful things.

I need the petrichor,

To fill my lungs;

Or else I might,

Smoke, smoke, smoke.

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Tranquility;

Thin leaves from trees near,

flicker when the wind is here;

their flowers blend in,

lighting up the dark and grim.

Sunlight filters through

the thick forest grooves;

their trunks are curvy,

thick and sturdy.

Laying down on the grass,

as you feel the time pass;

hear the water in the stream,

from which the sunlight glistens and gleams.

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The taste of salt in the air, the humidity that I breathe in as I look at the horizon where the sea and the sky meet in a thin blurred line. I feel as if everyone I know is the sky, while I am the sea. Only meeting, or seeming to meet at a line, a thin blurred line as far as the eye can see. My feet are buried in the sand as I stand on the shore, unmoving, from my spot and my eyes blur and sting from the salt in the air.

I am alone, in a crowded space.

I am alone. I am alone.

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At peace;

The melancholic sigh of the breeze,

The low whisper of the trees;

The hearty laughter of sunbeams,

And the ironic quietness of it all.

Feel the nostalgia in the air,

As you lay down on the grass

And feel the time pass.

Your back, the grass tickles

And you laugh while stars twinkle.

Put your arm behind your head,

And close your eyes, into a night

As silent as the dead

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it's always 'i like you' never- "lights in the summer night make a false start in the evening sunset. in my seventeenth july I met you. hey, sunflower I ask my dictionary the definition of cute. words bubble up like soda pop. a thunderous roar, words exist for the sake of expression. an evening rainbow, I have something to tell you. a piece of my great passion, sent into your hand. i'll scream with all of my might to you, during summer's end. yamazakura, i like the leaves that you've hidden. yamazakura, i like those cute teeth of yours. yamazakura, i like the leaves that you've hidden. yamazakura, i like those cute teeth of yours. yamazakura I like cute words, too. yamazakura i like cute fireworks, too. yamazakura i like that cute smile of yours. yamazakura i like you, smile. i like you!".

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tell me something. anything. i want to hear you talk. i feel at ease when i hear your voice. my melancholy life changes a little bit whenever you talk to me. you may make me cry sometimes, but still, it feels good in a sad little way.

[theclouds43]

Cloudy skies,

cloudy eyes.

It's okay,

it's okay.

So, why do I feel uneasy then??