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Mac Aurthur

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Hello, my name is Zac Freeman and I'm from Knoxville, TN. This is my second account for my bits of writings and etc. Give me a follow if you like what you see.

Joined October 2015
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It seems you turned out to be a temporary tattoo in my life, and you just washed away in the rain of stress and pain
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I write what I write hoping youll read it, and see that Ive always cared for you. Ive cried and cried myself to sleep over thoughts of you.
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I woke up this morning hearing your laugh, But you were not there. It was just a memory from the past, That has yet to disappear.
Because you've made a mark on my heart That will only turn into a scar That I'll never be able to forget Just know I'll never go to far
I want to be the umbrella to your rainy day, And to be the real to your fake.
Have you thought about how I feel and how this hurts Because it feels like I'm being buried under six feet of dirt.
I won't give up on the ones I love, and I won't ask help from above. I'm going to do this on my own, even if that means being alone.
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I'm sitting on the sideline as your friend, When all I really want is to be your man. Won't you take my hand, I've got one hell of a plan.
I've made some bad decisions in my life driving drunk at night, for heaven sakes I need to turn my life around, I need out of this town.
I stare at the ceiling like we stared at the stars, but it's not the same 'cause your not in my arms. You're in someone else's this time
The weather is cold And these thoughts are getting old I am only half a soul And you're the goal
And she left him like a rake in the rain, to rust in the stormy weather of pain
The same way water distorts objects is similar to how life twists your dreams into reality
For once my head is clear of your name. As this scent flows through my nostrils, I finally can say my heart feels no pain.
And like the people in this town. And like the leaves with the seasons. They change, but the people change with no reasons.
Is it because you were to quick to judge me by the ink in my skin? Or is it because you realized I'm just like you and him?
I stare at the stars and begin to play connect the dots, but they lead right to my heart, where you should be, where you are.
I could've shown you my hands is where your heart belongs. For now though, I'll just write these poems pretending they could be songs.
You change your personality with the seasons And there is no reason for me to be chasing something that you don't even believe in
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