I sit
i watch...
The blood which pours out
after having been stabbed...
Words are fragile things
they can make or break all that you know, all that...
The ache of my heart
grows stronger each passing day...
I must go off to sleep again, to the place of...
And all I ask is a place where i can sleep in...
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Why is it the one time you hope for sunshine, it pours? |
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The fluttering you hear after you kiss me is from the butterflies you made come alive. |
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I smile when you talk to me, because your voice tickles my heart. |