i run fingers across lovers chests like straight blades, i watch as the area's changes colour as my fingers run over them , like some fool with false words and intentions, i pretends to be in loves arms, loves harm, i've had sun burns, deep cuts, broken fingers, and blacks eyes that feel better then this, its ironic, self destruction and self defeating, lovers words cut like switch blades, stinging fast, but bleeding slow, and my words are running low, im running out of things too say, i barely keep these few pieces stitched and in place, and my voice cracks as i read this shit
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self note: this is not a test of our souls, this is no binding moment, its also not for the weak hearted, blood clots and black holes, fill the pieces i couldnt fit back in place, in my pocket i carry my dignidy and smile when someone looks at me. i clinch my pocket and run by. before its begun, i head on out, I learned not to long ago what true loves cuts will make to your soul, s piercing blow, completely missing flesh and physical extremites....
Error: this is incorrect facts about the truth, this is those nights were your not sure anymore, where the pretty lights. take over and set the mood a blaze
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self note: this is not a test of our souls, this is no binding moment, its also not for the weak hearted, blood clots and black holes, fill the pieces i couldnt fit back in place, in my pocket i carry my dignidy and smile when someone looks at me. i clinch my pocket and run by. before its begun, i head on out, I learned not to long ago what true loves cuts will make to your soul, s piercing blow, completely missing flesh and physical extremites....
Error: this is incorrect facts about the truth, this is those nights were your not sure anymore, where the pretty lights. take over and set the mood a blaze
Have a cup of tea.
Cheers!
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