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The L WordThe L Word by Chocban
Is Love a word that you can say
And then try to take away?
Do you wait until youre sure?
But how if youve not felt before?
Can a person try it out?
Just sos theyll know without a doubt?
Cause all those feelings that run deep
Can confuse in the hold they keep
To know youve done your best to scare
And they to show you they still care
The sickly feeling that you get
When you see them so upset.
To want to see and hold them so
And fight inside to let them go.
Its surely signs of something more
But do you dare use jet'adore?
To throw around this word we use
The L word that we all abuse;
To treat it as a simple noun
As if the word is not renowned,
It is hard to make those see
This word cannot be used freely.
Its got me to the very brink!
Perhaps love isnt what I think...
Guys Like YouThere was a sickening crack against the side of my jaw and I felt my head turn sideways suddenly, closing my eyes to brace against the impact of your fist against my cheek. I tasted blood and spat sticky red onto the ground.Guys Like You by nachoesmexiano
Bleeding sucked. The taste wasnt very good and I wasnt really a big fan of the pain either.
Arent girls supposed to slap? I murmured, wincing and rubbing my jaw.
You shook your hand out and eased the heavy rings off your fingers, smiling sarcastically sweet, eyes narrowing.
Im glad I can continue to surprise you. Wed hate for you to get too complacent.
I gave a grunt and shifted my jaw again, twitching as I felt it click. Reaching into my mouth, I tested my teeth and, after finding none loose, wiped the bloody finger on my shirt.
Yes. Bleeding most certainly sucked. I hated having to explain where the stains of my clothes come from. Sighing, I slid my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and slumped my shoul
MetaphorGive me your lips,Metaphor by imaginaryending
the ones I once kissed and touched
as we lay under one blanket in the dark
of my room.
Let my fingertips roam across the pink
these lips you said were mine,
I will do with them what I wish.
Let me sew your lips shut,
tighten the thread 'till skin puckers and blood seeps
from every little hole,
needlepoints small as pores.
Don't let yourself make a sound as each stitch
brings you closer
to complete and
My love, don't try to tear your mouth at the seam,
to speak through thread,
to tell me sorry just to get me to stop.
My love, this is just a fancy way of saying,
Never speak to me