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Old PhotosIt's funny how when I look at old family photosAnd I see your face I see a smileA smileThat is pasted on a face of a liarWe look happyWe look rightWhen in the end it was nothing but wrongI wish I had a pair of scissor so I could cut you out of those photosSo when I look at it again the only smiling faces I seeAre true and not liesBut you ruined themDestroyed my photosAnd now all I have leftIs cut up scrapThat no one wantsSo now I have to burn themAnd hopefully when the flames consume the jagged edgesIt will sooth my already cut upHeartThat didn't need to be broken in the first place
Running Away From HimMy lungs burn and ache,Like a smokers lungs,From such a long timeOf running away from him.My legs throb with pain,But I can never stop,Even though the voice in my headTells me to turn around.I can't turn and face him,Not after everything That has happenedBetween him and me.I'll run and run, and not look backUntil my legs give out beneath me,And my lungs have been filledBy the stars in the universe around me.
Locks of LoveI haven't cut my hairSince just beforeI walked across the stageSixteen months ago.I grew it outBecause, last summer, you lovedTo run your fingersThrough its coppery threads.That always made me feelSo beautiful.When you left for school again in August,I couldn't bring myselfTo get a haircut.What if you came back,And this time, my heart was ready for you?Mid-semester, you told me that,While you and your friendsBuilt your school's bonfire,It was customaryThat no one cut his hairOr even shavedUntil the structure was finished.I don't think I told youThat I let mine continue to growIn your honor, exceptI didn't cut it on Burn Day.When we kissed on Christmas Eve,You weaved your fingersThrough my silken locksAnd made me feel beautiful once more.I still didn't cut my hair,Even after you left in March,Save for the split endsI trimmed in May,Hoping to eradicate negative energyBut not wanting to let go of you.Now it's September.My ponytailIs nine-and-a-quarter