LIA LOVES JOHNNY DEPPLate into evening In a shroud, moon shines silverLIA LOVES JOHNNY DEPP
A rustle of skirts as he takes her hand
Lovingly leads her onto the veranda Only star shine lights the crisp evening Visible not is the land far off Endless Strung out above, below, around
“Johnny,” she whispers into black waves Over his ear Her voice, frail, passionate “Now, dearest lia, This is where our future lies “Now dearest lia, look around us, look at me Young love comes together best at night, the scent of
Dripping rum and Jasmine Blooms Eternity Pu
WaitingSo messed up inside, I just don’t know what to do Can’t you see how much this hurts me, And how shattered I feel inside, This void I can’t understand, Whoever thought it would come to this, And in the end, Or will there ever be an end, Wherever it is, It’s hidden. Another day of waiting, Just hoping your ok, Is another day I’m at my edge, Hoping your not at yours. Seeing this, With you so alone, I don’t ever want to know What might happen to you, If you stay like this forever, An innocent life,Waiting
In This VoidDays.In This Void
They pass away like
They don’t even care to be here,
And then the night comes,
Takes me so far away
From this place,
Fallen to this place we call
Life
I stand alone,
This place where breathe comes In a shallow Gasp
And light fades With the rising Moon.
Little do I wish to stay,
In this rough expanse,
It echoes its eternal truth,
And I want so much to leave. What is it like
To be free by my will,
Please hurt me,
so I know I can still feel, is this alo
My Dearest Emo GirlTo my dearest Emo girlMy Dearest Emo Girl
I’ve fallen in love with girls like you a thousand times Same hair, same lips, same played out moves Same sob stories of how you’ve been used.
Same smell Same taste, same way you move those hips You’re the perfect example of being full of shit.
You weren’t always like that My sad scene girl. My wanna be emo girl.
All those cuts on your wrist, Slave to your razor blades’ kiss Let’s sit down and listen to some bad music
It’s about time that you hear this &nb
Emo Hearts and Suicidal PoetryOutcasts they tend to call us, The wierd ones, The freaks. But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight [batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before] And dancing in the rain Praying to Beethoven And tears at dusk And singing to the stars At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea strEmo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry
Wierd
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if this is my life flashing before my eyes....
my sound and fury signifies nothing
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You may be my lesser, you may strive to be my equal, but you will never be my better
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