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Fabulous gifts wrapped in fancy paper That of which, they say, is not for the leper Especially goodies made in copper They're for the rich and everyone they call 'proper' Candy canes and christmas trees Are all there is to see inside homes safe from the breeze But they're not for the beggars that are left to freeze Outside the streets in clothes full of grease Worry not, it's not Christmas that way Envy them not, and pray the night away Christmas is not for glamour as they say It's for the people who're content and pray The ones with no supper, but never hungry The ones with no clothes, but never cold The ones with no riches, bu

I wish to see ourselves outlasting every sweet couple out there thinking that they'll have forever, but they won't. 'Cause forever's only for those who see the truth. And the truth isn't seen by the eyes of those who love. 'Cause they only see what they want to see and not what their eyes can see. —- I remember telling you that relationships only last because of compromise, but you said no, saying that we would last with having only love and nothing else. I didn't believe in that theory of yours until the end, 'cause those kinds of things only happen in fairy tales; and we're not in one. It was a good thing though, 'cause you also sai

This isn't a poem This is merely a thought Cut in lines Do not mistake Something for something else I am no poet, god no I'm just some girl Scribbling on paper The evils that her mind Speaks of at night It keeps me awake As if they need me for sex This is not a poem I am not a poet Writing thoughts cut In l i n e s doesn't make You a p o e t

As bright as the sunshine our hopes are A day filled with peace passed without much notice So let's embrace every passing hour For we rapidly bloom like the flowers in springtime Summer twilights signal adventures As we venture innocently into the dark We stumble and fumble towards things that injures Ignorant of the fire that's to start in a spark It's trifling how consequences arrive so fast For we now fall like the brown leaves of Fall Dried and decayed, we are withered due to our past We are burned for responding to the flame's call We shiver relentlessly for the coldness of snow envelops us Our ashes left asunder in the free

I want to smoke, to waste my life away. I want to drink, to drown myself in alcohol and go out of control. I want to get high, to feel free for once. I want to have sex, to feel desired and used. But these things aren't for us to do, or so they say. They believe that the wasted and worthless are the only ones who do this. Outlaws as they call them. The dirty people who know no good. One small move from a tender lamb makes it an outlaw, and then excluded from the flock. Fitting one's self to another's standards is worse than having AIDS my dear. So I'd rather be that girl instead of your barbie doll.

I lay motionless with no notion to stir As I watch you leave your trace silently on my chest My will to evade has left me, leaving me only fear Fear of losing you, one of the things I had best I am left with tears to mourn for this scar As I listen to your footsteps towards the door It struck me then that this wasn't really meant to go far It was only a fantasy, a mere delusion of a girl in love of whom Fate caught in a lure My heart was broken by the same boy twice Of how I let him be, I have not a clue They say love is always incorporated with lies But what that meant, left me in woe Struggling in the darkness just to see the li