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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Love'll Either Kill You, or Drive You Insane. Sometimes Both.

Every time I think of you, I reload the gun that I once gave to you; And I reload with the now empty shells of our memories.

So, every single day, I take aim at my heart with this gun of remembrance, And I willingly pull the trigger. Boom! The memories, That made us, and ones that would break us, Explode consecutively in my head.

But I again choose to die, As the flashes of you and I fly through my head; Is this what it feels like to die? I’ll continue to do it; It’s the only way to realistically think of you. -Bwriter Morrow

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Blink.

Every time I blink, I wish it was all a dream; That every time I see the black, It were the transition between dream and reality.

Every time I blink, I wish I opened my eyes to see your face, Laying on the pillow next to mine, Fast asleep, fully at peace,

Without an ounce of doubt in your head or pain in your heart. -Bwriter Morrow

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Idiocy.

I got drunk last night, and I texted you… How foolish of me to do. I stayed strong, For so long. Two beers, a full pitcher and an hour in, And all the thoughts of you; I drowned in. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, Why does it destroy me, the more I ponder? -Bwriter Morrow

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Because whenever I looked in her eyes, I saw moons, suns and stars all fly by, In a motion all too familiar to me; I got lost trying to fit my world into her galaxy. -Bwriter Morrow

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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The Road Home.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, But three lefts do, So if one left and then one right, can put you back in your direction… Then I know all of my roads, Lead me back to you. -Bwriter Morrow

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Ripples of Uncertainty.

Love is but an endless, raging- ocean; Constant pushing and- pulling. But waves can only be certain of- uncertainty; Uncertain of whether they’ll live for- an Eternity. For no matter the size of the wave- when they reach the shore, They still shrink off and- become nothing more, But a mere ripple.

I just want to be a Tsunami, But I need The Perfect Storm. -Bwriter Morrow

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Gray Seems Free-er

With clouded thoughts, his fate sealed he hurt,

And puts on he a fake demeanor,

As he lies how he'd hate to see her,

but these are just making him meaner,

because he wants, but hates he needs her,

for so, in love with his lady be sure.

Now, then with both hearts sane he plead her,

No prevail was gave, became she teacher,

in turn drove by hope, became he dreamer,

for he no hope to be claimed, deemed clearer,

the choice to leave be his dame, he leaves her,

His heart, even though now changed, sinks deeper.

he thought then, of the wrong way he treats her,

now, unprecedented pain, he feels burn,

his chest, then anger raising, he hurled,

His blood boiled, and he plainly teetered,

Suicide, in his brain, made he weaker,

thoughts of a death side relayed seemed greener.

a care for anything but, gave he neither,

To search for answers, , made he seeker,

None found, now a mess, his brain seeks leisure,

And saw just one way to make it neater,

With the intent of self-slaying be sure,

he pulled out his gun, and laid the lever.

While thinking of her, this ashamed deceiver,

At his heart did aim, fear teased, turned,

all at once courage, BANG! he links worlds,

Welcomes death, for him, now came the reaper,

From the plane, now he vaguely sees Earth,

and waits for whence again, may he seek her.

a doubter through his doubts, made believer,

That in his next life, they'll meet sweeter,

And then once more, at least, can he greet her,

For surely on that day, he'll keep her,

Then shalt never again may he leave her,

See, they are in fact soul mates, he needs her.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Belittlings

I'm just a little over analytical,

Finding the littlest things to belittle,

I'm over being over-analytical,

Why can't these belittled things, be little?

Analytically, I'm over these belittlings.

See, I be little, When I'm belittling,

Analytically belittled over-analytical little things.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Why is it that,

My world is always crumbling?

Everytime I take a step,

There I go stumbling,

Again, and again;

It's more like I'm tumbling.

Holding on to my world;

I dropped, fumbling.

I can't hold,

Onto anything actually good;

It always ends up as,

Everything that I should,

Have done or shouldn't have...

I just wish I could,

Take the should,

And make it my would.

I know I'm nothing to marvel;

I'm no rainbow,

I am the dark cloud,

I quietly came slow,

Into who I really am;

No reason to lay low,

Pounding my fist on the table,

I'm screaming, I say, NO!

I won't stand for this;

That's not me, any longer!

I didn't plan for this!

But watch me come out stronger!

Depriving myself of life;

I'm thirsty! I hunger!

So I stand up today,

As I say, 'so long, hurt.'

Now, I'm taking the right road,

Bumps in my way,

Won't slow me down;

I own this highway.

Although being serviced,

Listen to what I say,

The road gets smoother,

For, as I will,

I may.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Fault.

My head is all sorts of troubled,

My mind is all sorts of puzzled,

My brain is all sorts of jumbled,

Because I am all sorts of crumbled.

I stir emotions through these words I weave,

As empathy flows from what's inside of me,

But no matter how creative I may be,

I always destroy the good, so it seems.

So, as I try to climb out of my own Hell,

I can't seem to remember how I fell,

Trying to get back in touch with myself,

In a world I created, without a bit of help.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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I'm a pessimist to the fullest like its on cue.

How can II see from an optimists' point of view?

In all of the ends, something bad comes to me.

Is it Karma, Luck, or just the way I can't always see?

Why can't I just see with such optimism?

The optimism I need, isn't an option is it?

I can see a lot of the light in things to be;

But the doubt comes and clouds what I see.

Is there a way out of this state that I'm in?

It's like my mind against itself is adamant.

Something's gotta give, my emotions are battered in.

This is a plea I'm giving thee, I'm not clamoring.

It has to be, all the negativity that comes when I doubt,

But I'm still standing, shouting, WHERE'S MY WAY OUT!?

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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I'm so unhappy with feeling unhappy,

I'm telling you, I just feel trapped see,

Why do I always feel so crappy?

For simply being me? It can't be.

But it seems that this is the case,

My legs buckling; I've lost the race,

And fell on my face at too fast a pace.

I couldn't just wait for you to come,

Everytime I tried I was bothersome.

You said I was fire, but you're the Sun,

Neither could be, without the other one.

Your radiance is how I have become,

This fire I am; surrounding and existing on,

The energy inside feeding both for eons.

So why do I have to ask, why I feel hurt?

Playing with fire, will surely get you burned.

But these wounds will all eventually heal,

And where pain was, you'll no longer feel.

We all fuel only the fire that which we feed,

But a balance somewhere this will need;

Because with care, it heals at a faster speed.

Attention is something wounds always need.

I'll tend to these, if in me you trust and believe,

Through patience and faith, we'll have relief.

Energy never dies, but mine has become weak;

When fused with yours it reached its peak.

Now that I am without you, alone I seek,

Another place where I felt such peace.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Drowning in Love.

So, I'm not sure just where to go from here,

Do I wait for you? The answer is unclear.

Do I sit back as you live your life in fear?

Yelling at myself, why did I let you near?

Now you're in my head something heavy,

My thoughts are only on you and so steady,

You hit me like a train, and I wasn't ready,

Who would've thought that you'd get me?

I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help it,

My heart once frozen, has started melting,

My feelings are strong, and I'm so helpless,

Drowning in those deep blues that I fell in.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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Fault.

My head is all sorts of troubled,

My mind is all sorts of puzzled,

My brain is all sorts of jumbled,

Because I am all sorts of crumbled.

I cause emotion through the words I weave,

And empathy through what is inside of me,

But no matter how creative I may be,

I always destroy the good, so it seems.

So, as I try to climb out of my own Hell,

I can't seem to remember how I fell,

Trying to get back in touch with myself,

In a world I created, without a bit of help.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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I'm so unhappy with feeling unhappy,

I'm telling you, I just feel trapped see,

Why do I always feel so crappy?

For simply being me? It can't be.

But it seems that this is the case,

My legs buckling; I've lost the race,

And fell on my face at too fast a pace.

I couldn't just wait for you to come,

Everytime I tried I was bothersome.

You said I was fire, but you're the Sun,

Neither could be, without the other one.

Your radiance is how I have become,

This fire I am; surrounding and existing on,

The energy inside feeding both for eons.

So why do I have to ask, why I feel hurt?

Playing with fire, will surely get you burned.

But these wounds will all eventually heal,

And where pain was, you'll no longer feel.

We all fuel only the fire that which we feed,

But a balance somewhere this will need;

Because with care, it heals at a faster speed.

Attention is something wounds always need.

I'll tend to these, if in me you trust and believe,

Through patience and faith, we'll have relief.

Energy never dies, but mine has become weak;

When fused with yours it reached its peak.

Now that I am without you, alone I seek,

Another place where I felt such peace.

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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My Best Could Have Been Worse

How funny it is that my best was not enough,

And yet still, how even my best was just too much.

Does too much of any one good thing that once was,

Eventually turn bad and thus, into it must become?

For you, and only in us, was I irrevocably devoted,

However, it seems fated we would inevitably blow it.

For all life's struggles, only you I would've rode with,

And all the joys, only you still would I have chosen.

I'm aware that a love will not always be perfect,

It takes time, care and someone willing to work with.

Of all reasons I was the cause for why you were hurting,

I instead could've shown you the reasons we were worth it.

I endured through all, for us, every single storm,

Weathering, eroding away, our hearts became torn.

Our dream of 'for always' was in turn transformed,

Becoming a nightmare of only emptiness and scorn.

At a point, I had believed that we were meant to be,

And my prayers were answered; you were sent to me.

It seems so, my deepest heartbreak it was destined be,

And destiny is not all nor what I had guessed it be.

Had I given only my worst, would you have stayed?

If I just had treated you worse, or even had I strayed?

It's always been fact, and will only remain so, inlaid,

This lonely game of love is the toughest of all played.

-Bwriter Morrow

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bwritermorrow · 2 months

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You; Then and Now.

Where joy once was, now only holds pain,

Each memory now a permanent stain.

The face I once sought to bring me peace,

Has grown distorted to resemble a beast,

Now her face instills sorrow and strain,

Chasing all love away, leaving me drained.

My mind becomes clouded and unclear,

All my thoughts on you, raising only fear,

Of my past indiscretions and shortcomings,

All of my failures at once to come running,

Back to me, where my home is in the East.

From my anxiety that never would cease,

All the promises reduced to a pipe dream,

That my heart still longs for as it screams,

Its tormenting, torturing, terrible toll,

Is a trial in itself, burning holes in my soul,

All things once possible,Now seem hopeless,

I just wanted to tell you,

I needed you to know this.

-Bwriter Morrow

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