Sara Hol

Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder,
but what do we aquire when all there is
in this world, is ignorance?
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Your love is like a fire
that has lit my blackened path,
Before I met you I had grown tired
of waiting for life to end its wrath.
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The blades of the fan rotate in sync
with the clicking hands on the clock,
The atmosphere silenced so quickly
you could of heard a pin if it had been dropped,
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You,
you're bringing me down in pain
You,
I'm screaming your name in vain
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The grass melted
as the sea bled
into the sky
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My eyes burn from exhaustion,
as my body refuses to physically
equip my whims to move around.
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Psychology is my passion
as the brain continues to grow,
learning human behavior is just a fraction
of what we could really know.
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On some of my lonely days,
I remember what use to be
as I look at my reflection in the mirror.
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I wish this life had offered you more
as you slowly had aged.
Even though I was young,
I felt the heartache and
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To the stars I see
I make just one wish,

For happiness to penetrate
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I took a breath
and said my goodbyes,
Turned around
and ignored the lies,
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Oh, Beautiful butterfly lying on the cement,
what had happened when I was not present?
Your family and friends have been searching
but you are nowhere to be found
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Following the path she had believed to be correct
manipulated into its beauty, it seemed to be perfect..
but along the way acid rain began to pour
deteriorating everything she had known
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You hung me out to dry
as I had no tears left to fall.

I felt abandoned and unloved
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I shuttered
as you began to mutter
to yourself
knowing exactly what would happen next.
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Have you ever had the feeling that you were not strong enough,
those moments you choked back tears and convinced yourself
that you were tough.
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I fall into the same routine today,
again I have forgotten how to feel
everything seems fake, reality begins to unravel,
I begin to grow desperate to feel anything
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My lips have been sealed
for far too long,
The silence
has grown too familiar.
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With god in his grace,
me; lying in the water

I saw the reflection
of his beaten face
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A Black Rose is a symbol for death,
killing each petal of a babies breath.
Expressing the murder of one-another
sister to sister; brother to brother,
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