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I never meant to fall for him. It started out as mutual attraction. We were both single. There was nothing wrong with that. Over time, we became incredibly close friends. I didn’t expect him to get together back with his ex-girlfriend. I didn’t expect for any real romance to start between us. It all just sort of happened.
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Each time you put your arms around me
I am intoxicated by your touch
And begin to want something more
Yet I have to tell myself this is enough
Just cherish each embrace
For one day, it might be the last
We will stop making this mistake
So wrong, yet so enticing
Belonging to each other in the brevity of these moments
Where I can call you mine; you call me yours
All inhibitions released
And the world dissipates into a realm of our own
They no longer exist; it’s only us
But reality is always restored
With the knowledge we cannot be
For she loves you too much
Just as he loves me
I never imagined I would be that girl
I always frowned on such a thing
But there is a large part of me that really does love you
And even though I know I could
And I know I should
I have no desire to leave
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I am a 17 year old female with the username menina and I want to say ...
"Holding On By A String"
Chills creeping thorough my vains into the hand that feeds
This melodic calamity
Ii this paridise not ment for me?
Always so close, but never close enough to grasp it
Never close enough to take hold and run with it
The closer I get the stronger the current takes a hold of me
Pulling me down, tugging at my feet
WHispers flowing through the current
Suggesting this ecstasy is not ment to be
Only this un-tuned melody
Fingers sliping
The strings are breaking
With the wind blowing my way I can't let this current take a hold of me
A rift stands between me and the sound of paridises perfectly tuned polyphony
I mute the whispers flowing through my head
Reaching out taking hold of the neck
I begin to compose my symphony
I am a 17 year old male named TYLER MCABEE and I want to say ...
A GUY AND A GIRL
HEARTS AS LONELY AS A SIX FOOT HOLE
SOULS AS BLACK AS DARKNESS AND COAL
IS IT MEANT TO BE,
NO!!!!
BUT THE LOVE STILL LINGERS
IN THE YOUNG BOYS HEART,
JUST WAITING TO BE CAPTURED AGAIN.
THOUGHT HE HAD IT ONCE,
NO!!!!
THOUGHT HE HAD IT THE SECOND TIME
NO!!!!
SO HE LET IT ALL GO
ALL THE WILL HE HAD LEFT BINDING
HIM TO THE PAST,
BUT NOW HE WONDERS HOW LONG THIS CAN LAST!!!
WILL HE EVER JUST BE
RIGHT WHERE HE WANTS TO BE
What a generic girl
Made in the factory for pretty girls
Born into a glamorous life
With money and fame at their feet
Attending the finest of schools daddy can pay for
Wearing the most expensive clothing
But what can she say?
She's traveled the world, yes
She's lived in luxury, yes
She's met celebrities, yes
But has she lived a life of innocence?
She's not one who's experienced pain
From financial downfalls
From rejection
From the real world
Live your life in fantasy, pretty girl
Life's not a story book
It's a journey that you cannot take
If locked in a cage by your own ignorance
You belong in a box in the factory
Where you don't feel
Where you're not needed
Just like here
Go back to your factory
Hide from them
Why does it matter?
All white factory
The machines will solve the puzzle for you
The machines, with their dirty, broken parts
It's coming after you
Run to the assembly line
And you'll fnd your childhood bicycle
It's so close, yet so far away
Reaching, reaching
There's no one here but you and the machines
The soul-less machines
So why are you afraid?
You can feel it coming
It, it's coming, I can feel it
A gentleman caller will show you the way
"It was only me and the machines"
"Hush my child, I can get you home" he said
I take his hand, follow him
Only to return in more shock
He says, "I'll be your substitute for love"
The machines no longer solve your puzzles
No more need for pretty little things
No more bicycle
I've got nothing to lose
This is what it's like without the help of machinary
I feel so empty and lonely
He left saying, "You've got nothing left for me to feed,
You're now one of them, you're a machine."
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