Skeletons In The Closet Poems - Poems about Skeletons In The Closet

Forgive me as I compose this remorseful apology An admission of my egotistical individuality Realization of how I've accustomed to being a Ticking time bomb impulsively leaking noxious fumes Unintentionally forcing you to inhale and endure my venomous pollution; But Innocence I had plead with evidence justifying unforseen indescribable affinity Unintentionally passionately To what i defined a Fragile...

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Let your skeletons out of the closet and let them dance with mine, the way that our bodies once moved together in an unspoken of time I am one of these skeletons, maybe your biggest one of all, you keep me hidden away in the back where my memory you can’t recall I guess for you it’s...

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We all got those things that disturb us so We all got those wild days when we fall low We all have those demons that mess with us We all got thrown below the bus...below the bus... All I can do is fuss and cuss... All that I see is dangerous... All I can say is stay clear of us, Thoughts that...

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I dance in and out of your peripheral vision I'm not really sure you see me at all you see the empty spaces I take up I want to be more than what I merely represent to you to everyone I wish to be the fragile doll porcelain eyes a non existent heart A broken girl A china chipped soul...

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Everyone has one, yes my friend its true, those deep dark secrets, that make yourself YOU. Skeletons in the closet, call it what you will, sooner or later that closet opens, and those deep dark secrets reveal. And when everythings out in the open, how your life changes so, all because my friend, those secrets, are usually the lowest of low. Child molesters and rapists, are just an...

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I don't know what to do anymore. I've forgotten what this bed is for. It's going to take a leap of faith. I jump in bed and here I wait. I used to just stay up all night and be surprised by the morning light. Then one night turned into days. It's hard to look back through all the haze. Back then...

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