Poison:
you seeped under my skin
ran through my veins
the blood which drew you in
disguises my pain
you should've killed me
right there and then
when there was still something left to kill
not put this beat on hold
and let it live still
death should've taken me away
but didn't for a reason
why did you have to stay
if i, too, was your poison
and you just let me...
and i just let you...
please.
stop.
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(1) Prologues of a Brokenheart (COMPLETED)
Poetry"because love requires guts, a soul, and a short term memory..." -some bookmark Random thoughts and lyrics about the heart and it's misadventures. [Copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]
