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So helplessly, I write these things.
I'm only words, we've never met,
Just a wall of text on the Internet.
But you must know I'm always there,
I've shown my heart, laid it bare.
Feel our souls, yours and mine
Like threads of Fate they intertwine
I'll hold you close, share your pain
My crystal tears will fall like rain.
Though this may be all I can do
Whatever I can I'll do for you.
We're so far apart - I can only wait
For what lies in the threads of Fate.
So, helplessly I write these things.
I'm only words, we've never met,
Just a wall of text on the Internet.
But you must know I'm always there,
I've shown my heart, laid it bare.
Feel our souls, yours and mine
Like threads of Fate they intertwine
I'll hold you close, share your pain
My crystal tears will fall like rain.
Though this may be all I can do
Whatever I can I'll do for you.
We're so far apart - I can only wait
For what lies in the threads of Fate.
So, helplessly I write these things.
Literature
The Ballroom Eulogy
She dances in abandoned ballrooms decorated with dusty chandeliers and cobwebbed draperies. Ancient hotel floorboards creak music as she sweeps over them, creating designs in the dirt. Her arms paint pictures in the lukewarm air as her lips form words… songs without melodies.
Writing ballads through the night, she extends her legs and her dreams into the hope that one day someone might ask her name. She haunts the grand staircases and walks down faded red carpet, her eyes alight with stardom that she may never obtain.
Crystal baubles hang from cracked chandeliers and specks of shine glow through the layers of dust and soot that has gat
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whisper
your voice shivers through
me like breezes shaking
time-worn boughs
(and I cannot
resist that
ancient call)
slide your whispers
along skin, let them
sink deep as bone
breathe my name,
a fervent, sighing
psalm
and I will lift my
face to your sun and
unfurl my limbs
singing like new leaves
dancing in the
warm winds
of spring
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compulsive liar.
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
-
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
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i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someon
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Again, I'm powerless to help or even hug 
when I feel she needs me most. Some big brother I am. What's a couple thousand miles between siblings of the heart? All I can do is write...
No part of this may be used for any reason, without my express written consent. Period.
when I feel she needs me most. Some big brother I am. What's a couple thousand miles between siblings of the heart? All I can do is write...No part of this may be used for any reason, without my express written consent. Period.
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I feel speechless reading this. : D but it's awesome!