| Who the hell is this girl living in my body?
It's getting harder and harder to recognize her. |
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| i wander,
wondering.
about the boy
with the Bare feet
and the Broken eyes.
and how I longed
to put him back together,
my kisses made of glue.
But we tasted of iron,
(the iron of blood)
and all my mettle couldn’t wash away
that metal.
i hope i burned him
with my touch,
my de Sade
decides.
keep my fingerprints.
Sick Love,
toxicity clouded.
furtive, unallowed,
I eat numbers.
2 days, 1000 months.
either suits me fine.
Better?
yes, better.
Miss.
To miss, Do miss.
Will miss, Can’t miss.
Am missing.
Touchless, here.
so i wander,
wondering.
about the boy
with the Bare feet
(i stepped on)
and the Broken eyes
(i kissed).
and how longed
for him to put me back together,
his fingers made of lies.
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| My fortune cookie tonight said,
"You will soon gain something you have always wanted."
This weird feeling in my stomach really doesn't want to go away. |
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| I have the strangest feeling, that despite everything...
Despite every odd that would like to stand in my way...
This could work out. I don't know how, and I don't know when, but I honestly feel that it could.
Those three words/Are said too much/They're not enough |
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| Take this sinking boat and point it home,
We've still got time. |
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