It's the common cutthroat game that led to a lot of hearts broken, a stomach ailment that twists and conjures up minor symptoms. You're sweating, restless, up at night thinking as your sanity is wrenched from you.
Your mind a tincture reddening, a cradle of sapphire tears and lilac aches. It's a swelling, throbbing, lesion that wounds the soul.
You put your trust, your whole heart in him anyway.
Maybe this game isn't for girls like you but this is how it is.
They tell you good boys are so hard to find nowadays.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
