You once said something sort of sweet about the girl with a bum shoulder, She was about half the size of you and me but I swear that she was older. We walked down to the old-folks home and stayed there for an hour, Where we gave her back the memories that should have been much warmer. I caught the bus down on Holly Street and it was awfully rainy Looked through the glass of sail and mast and I saw you look back at me We were traveling in opposites but my thoughts have always been hazy Two by two we partner up and then I start perspirating I want to know how you came upon this home with quite so little money Heard a man up no

Dear Mom 2 by xUrbanMonsterx, literature

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Dear Mom 2

I wish that I could love you like my mommy did me But that woman's the shit and I must admit, my heart's lacking a little vacancy Cause you see that, she and me, have been to the edge of hell and back My Aunt Terri died , not of a heart attack But cancer, buried deep inside her chest Flowed through her blood and settled in her breast A slow sad sedation of the life my momma knew best Sister, lost her virginity too young and got more baby daddy drama than there ever should be My Momma, couldn't go to away to college cause her big sister was a sinner My Momma, couldn't pick out her own clothes cause her mother was bitter My Momma, wat

This is a Tragic Love Poem by xUrbanMonsterx, literature

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This is a Tragic Love Poem

I saw you sitting on the stairs today, With a bouquet of flowers wedged in your armpit, soaking up your nervous sweat. And since those flowers were not for me, I found it extremely acceptable To walk right past you, headphones in ears, not acknowledging your existence On the stairs You had a suit on, poor bastard, the kind you probably bought for prom and haven't worn since Well, since today. And it's a little big around your stomach, because you lost the freshmen 15 and you look exactly that The 'And' needs to stay Done everything but changed my name Your tie is pink I notice this before I notice the roses I've always deteste

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Artemis Ink stains your finger tips But I've got such loose lips That I can't help but spill a little on you I tied your scarf up into a noose And wrapped it around my neck to distance the cold Took a sip of tea and sat next to the radiator Three times you've come a' knocking On the brittle bones that surround my chest cavity Momma said all of my teeth are sweet I kick at you like the fat on my thighs Strong and sturdy No matter how hard I try, I can get rid of you Little bits of twine fall loose from your hair Strands of silver and white Persephone I don't like the way you look at me When I am sitting atop your naked hips

I Have to Believe by xUrbanMonsterx, literature

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I Have to Believe

I have to believe That someday it will just be you and me Sailing through this storm together Our hands tied by something stronger than gold I have to believe That all the waiting will pay off And we can have a life together, whatever that means Full of arguments and crying And long periods of time when we refuse to say a word to each other With nights spent alone and stubbornly expecting The other to say "I'm ready," I have to believe In umbrellas and seatbelts And trust that the train will eventually come again Filled to the brim with people on similar missions Although they may not know it Distracted by the less

untitled by xUrbanMonsterx, literature

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I have never wanted so much as a kiss Long and ever lasting Over time I've seen the sun set and rise Veiled by tears and snow Every time the sun caressed and melts the horizon You have been there On the pane of my window Under the lid of my eye *** I really don't know what to say to you I don't know how to let you in Let you know how I feel Know how I love you Because I do Love you Really (c) Aly Grabowski

jmbjkisfjbj by xUrbanMonsterx, literature

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'"I will never forget the way you look at midnight" Walking away, the creak in your sneakers cover dusty curtains And fields of wheat, scorched down to ash and entryways I cannot replace your absent mind Nor the fit of your lip into the bitter hallow of my fist Separating flesh from feeling Fingering sad salty sedation Pacing across potential drawbridges When I close my eyes - I cannot see - And the scent of your morning breath Pulls me from a hypothetical slumber The face staring back at me will always be fair In a line-up I would lie, my monstrous smile Pretend you are a stranger "Hello, stranger Won't you tell me which

i'm trying by xUrbanMonsterx, literature

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