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- Girls Dont Belong In Neverland at allpoetry
I'm done waiting for my ship to come in, so I'm taking the next train out of this godforsaken town. Luck is in the draw && the bullet that loged in your throat wrecked any hope of you talking me out of this. If I'd had enough - Not Enough Hope Left to Sink This Ship at allpoetry
Your idle tongue chatters on relentlessly about everlasting love.
Infatuation with a pinch of lust is how you define it. - My Mantra at allpoetry
I don't do subtle, I refuse to settle && I will never surrender - Gore-geous Garbage at allpoetry
Trash
Pronunciation: \trash\ - Little Miss Gore at allpoetry
Turning gore into glamour since 1988 - Buffalo Gal at allpoetry
You haven't changed a bit
the same awkward gait - Running on Empty at allpoetry
Love it or leave it baby, the best days are behind us && I can see through your guilt. Paint my pain with a chalk outline on the sidewalk. I never mattered in the first place, just a replacement for the ones who couldn't be t - In The Name of Mysery at allpoetry
The endless drives && oh how hard I tried to make you into something that you'll never be. A beautiful soul seen through soulless eyes, why are you haunting me? Walk away from everything you've ever loved && pray to god they - In The Name of Mysery at allpoetry
The endless drives && oh how hard I tried to make you into something that you'll never be. A beautiful soul seen through soulless eyes, why are you haunting me? Walk away from everything you've ever loved && pray to god they - Gloria at allpoetry
The rhythm, it finally got me! - More Oxygen, Less Lies at allpoetry
I'm capable of the kind of love that only the broken hearted know && the young dare to dream of. I've planned my words methodically, though they'd only reach you via epitaph. The look on your eyes forces my words into my lung - Coffin Disaster at allpoetry
Hold that gun steady. You should’ve been here months ago, checking your cheap, tired, trite lines at the door. I’d never stab you in the back baby, I’d aim straight for the heart. If you’d told me the truth it would break you - Knowing is Half the Battle at allpoetry
I knew you were going to walk out on me before I even met you. I didn’t fall in love, you pulled me under with terms of “us” && the two kids we were having. Deny it. Deny every part. Tell me what I need to hear to be okay [I - Prayers at allpoetry
I’m praying for car crashes && miscarriages to prove you never cared at all. I wish that I could say I was surprised but I’ve been left at the alter one too many times. My heart is burned && blistered, I’ve got to try harder - Love Kills at allpoetry
Northern lights can't save you tonight, boy. Broken hearts are famous, play a new tune. It's a candy-coated cover-up the way you're going to leave me. I've played this game before && ended up the the last man standing in a se - Unloaded Guns at allpoetry
Show this girl a little more courtesy. The requirements have been watered down. - True Love at allpoetry
I still love you, now die. - Apocalypse Lovers at allpoetry
There's no love lost between the satin sheets. An infatuation infection. - The Addiction Infection at allpoetry
I want to write something cheap && tawdry. Something to make you feel like you could fall for me in an instant. - Fornever at allpoetry
They exchange a glance. Bed sheets falling on the floor. Finally she speaks; “You know the devil doesn’t mind much, but I’m beginning to feel as if this could make my heart beat.” She turns and launches herself into the arms - Strike When Ready at allpoetry
There’s an infestation under my skin. I’m craving a little more affection than you’re willing to give. Baby, I don’t do subtle && I refuse to settle for anything less than three. I want to be wooed until I’m wowed. Til my fee - traction is NOT a term of endearment at allpoetry
A stray bullet flies around the room, hitting your addictions squarely in the face. Show the girl a little bit more courtesy than that. You left the window open, so I shut the door. There’s only one way out. One of us is leav - Sterile to Sixty in Forever Flat at allpoetry
The girl breathes a revolution. He has no hopes. He has no dreams. She wants to conquer the world. He wants life to pass him by. She’s been cheated one too many times. He couldn’t care less about a lonesome bed covered in cob - The Boy at allpoetry
There's nothing all that remarkable about him His sinful seafoam green eyes make me shiver when he so much as glances my way - & if I committed to you I’d be committing the greatest sin at allpoetry
it's long [about 3 pages] and i think it's awesome - ♥ have been replaced with at allpoetry
Dig me a [grave] baby, 'cause I wanna play dress *up* with some c.o.r.p.s.e.s. Medicated && masticated lavender {{nightmares}} of every time you mentioned those words - Plus && Minus [Math Isn't Fun] at allpoetry
Tight [lipped] and tongue tied with all the things that have been left (un)said. Read through the l.i.n.e.s baby && b r e a k all the rules for what YOU want. - && I'll Keep [breathing] As Long As You Quit [lying] at allpoetry
Drag me across the street [baby] && throw me into your car We'll go a.h.e.a.d & have the same-old fucking talk - Sad Sing-Alongs to Burn Your Soul at allpoetry
Long drives to nowhere & taking shots with my boys I'm not good enough, so I have to improve - Broken Bones && Bruised Hearts at allpoetry
So yeah it's kinda long....some truth some fiction alot of my own heartbreak.
- Burn Me With Your Tattered Lips at allpoetry
You are a sex straved artist craving sin. Writing beautiful verses to captivate the soul of another. All I want to do is push you against a wall and lean into you. I feel every inch of your body moving against mine. Reading b - My Will is Good at allpoetry
I want you to fill me up with your hopes and dreams. Inject them directly into my soul. You are my heaven and my hell. There is nothing I wouldn't give up for you. Tie me up and untie me again with your screams of anguish. I' - [ Kill me with a [bat] of your lashes and a [swing] of your hips. ] at allpoetry
Kill me with a [bat] of your lashes and a [swing] of your hips. Your life is l.i.t.t.e.r.e.d with broken hearts and false promises. - G-L-a-M-O-R-O-U-S at allpoetry
I've been turning your gore into glamour since 1988, baby. - Trajedi at allpoetry
Tragically beautiful rock muse, she died on the inside, before he died at all.
