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I saw Legend doing this, and I thought it was a good idea. I found that poetry is a good way to say stuff, so...
Also, feel free to comment, I don't mind what you think about it.

You say that you trust me
But how can I know.
you say you love me
But it never shows.
you know nothing at all
of how I feel
'cos I hide it in smiles
and all that false zeal

I'm fed up and sick
of my freedom destroyed
I cant trust you with how I feel
'cos you will just say
That it's nothing, and that it isn't a big deal

Why can't you see and take notice.
You don' even know I'm here.
I try hard to please you
and do as you say
But still don't tell you my fear.

We were a family once
with music and joy and fun.
But now they all left
there's a hole in my heart
and now nothing can be done.

So say to me that you're proud.
That no-one you know can do that
but see past the skill, to the mind within
and see all the damage you've done

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The Corruption
She makes my skin itch
Crawling and writhing
Splitting, dividing
Cracking and scaring
I itch from her fangs in my skin.
The snake oil sucked in
By thirsty pores
That drain and dry out
And beg me for more
Rinse and repeat
On these still-open sores
Flakes of existence
Drift idly down
From the gnawing and raging
That burns unending
My claws sink in deeper
To hunt sweet release
But beyond these bones
Lies nothing but blood
And marrow and sin
As the sweet voice sings clearer
And lures me in
Dermis erupting
In exquisite pain
And a deep gnawing hunger
To burrow again
To mar this smooth surface
With a balm or burn
To calm the desire
Till the instinct returns
She makes my skin itch
I am never free of her for long

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So gentle is this blooming
Of feeling long forsaken
The butterfly flaps its gentle wings
The first small step is taken

A hurricane is on the verge
An old familiar storm
That sends my thoughts to swirling
Yet makes my heart grow warm

A thousand tiny wisdoms
Guide the words I write
To not come off as overbearing,
Not over-step, not too contrite

A dance we make together,
Tentative, we explore
The past and dreams of future
I dare not hope for more

It seems I am unable
To move with half a heart
It may be the finale
But I hope it's just the start.

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