|[ Redefining The Dramatic Finish ]|

[Ew, bad poems make me sick. My own bad poems make me smile. Because that means they're better than usual.]

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Weren't you the one that would
Always save me from the fall
Another lie to match your face
It was a dream, that's all

Did you think I'd always
Be mesmerized by your spell
I exposed you for everything
That you made me believe and well…

This is what they call the let down
This is when you break down
The very way I did
This is the suicide that goes so slowly
This is when I watch you fall
They way you did to me

Call me weak and insecure
There's nothing I don't already know
I'm ready to move on to bigger things
It's time for you to let it all go

Like four-four time and contradictions
You're nothing too special to me
A stepping stone to lift me up
That's all you'll ever be (and well…)

This is what they call the let down
This is when you break down
The very way I did
This is the suicide that goes so slowly
This is when I watch you fall
They way you did to me

Look at what you lost right now (I'm what you wish you were)
You suffer from too much jealousy (You let it run your life)
Get up (I'll push you down)
I guess this is how it ends (And there are no second chances)

This is what they call the let down
This is when you break down
The very way I did
This is the suicide that goes so slowly
This is when I watch you fall
They way you did to me

|[ Gracefully Famished, Beautiful ]|

[Ew, whoever would do this... disgusts me. Don't do that, it's sickening. And besides, life beats you in the end.]

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If I faked more smiles
And ate nothing at all
Would that make
You love me more?

Every morning I'd applied
Pounds of make-up
To cover my face
Just to keep you here

I would die my hair blonde
And be your Barbie girl
All for you because
I love you so

Lie through my teeth,
Let you have your way
I could do that, if you want
For you everyday

It may not be me,
I may become her
Lose myself away
But I would, if you're sure

Goodbye reality face
Say hello to the plastic
I'm all I thought you wanted
But now I'm all that you hate.

|[ Comebacks Not Worth Coming Back For ]|

[I know, I should be trying to update the many stories I have started instead of starting new ones and writing poems. But when do I ever do what I should do? Then I might actually be considered sane... ew. Crappy poem. Oh well, read or don't; die or live; it's all the same.]

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Complicate things
Or just maybe a bit
I guess we run on
Pure drama, anyway

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

Sit around and tell
All our favorite stories
And act just like
We were actually there

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

Our smiles faded away
Into sappy Lifetime reruns
Try to picture something good
But we'd fight it off in the end

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

You'll lose soon or later
They'll get their same too
I'll still be here, apathetic
With a lost message to you

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

I want to hear you tell me
"It always meant a thing"
And maybe a lie to keep me
Standing on my toes

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

But if you give me all I want
It won't make a difference
You can't ever erase my
Five hundred thoughts of you

.:|:. Pretty Rhymes Won't Save Your Life .:|:.

[Doesn't it just suck when you care too much?]

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You make me want to
Scream my lungs out
And just sing you to love
Pitifully I will always be yours because
I'm crying and weak
But I'll wipe my tears
And pretend to stand tall
Maybe then I'd believe
That you might not
Just watch as I fall.
It's never as easy
As they said it would be
But that's why
They named it a crush
Because it melts your heart
And flips your stomach
Then pushes you off a cliff
There's no voice when you scream
No end to the dream
Of horror and death
You just fall.
No butterflies and fairytales
Survive in such a dark world.
No whimsical tunes
To end the longing
For someone to hold your hand
There are shadows of empty
And broken dreams of a day
But no one will be there anyway.

|[ The Emo Is Over Song ]|

[My writing mojo went bleck. But I tossed out a horrible little song that actually sounds a bit catchy when I sing it in my head. And sorry to break it to you, emo's over.]

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I'm trapped between there and here
The one who inflicted every fear
Left or right, it's all the same
All that's left are ashes of dreams

(Make me)
Forgive you like you wish I would.
(Lie like) It's your last day on Earth
Sorry, but I have to say it.
And you can cry all you want
It's not going to heal a thing.

The confusions rock me harder than
My heart when you grabbed my hand
I guess this nostalgic semi-smile
Will begin to fade away in a while

(Make me)
Forgive you like you wish I would.
(Lie like) It's your last day on Earth
Sorry, but I have to say it.
And you can cry all you want
It's not going to heal a thing.

You push me away and reel me back in
Somehow you think you'll always win
Keep the push and pull till you tear me apart
You can bitch all you want about broken hearts

(Make me)
Forgive you like you wish I would.
(Lie like) It's your last day on Earth
Sorry, but I have to say it.
And you can cry all you want
It's not going to heal a thing.

The wording steals my appetite
Scream and yell till I admit you're right
But I'm not giving up like before
It's time I start to look for more

(Make me)
Forgive you like you wish I would.
(Lie like) It's your last day on Earth
Sorry, but I have to say it.
And you can cry all you want
It's not going to heal a thing.

Sing it loud
Sing it proud
Sing what you want
(It's not going to heal a thing)