You may have drawn blood,
You may have made an incision
You may have played rough,
Made some bad decisions
You may have been upset,
You may have been through hell
But with that two-faced persona,
I can never tell
You may have fallen hard,
For someone you didn't need
You may have made a mistake,
Unknowing where the path would lead
You may have drawn blood,
You may have made an incision
You've hurt me, just like you wanted,
So don't blame me for your bad decisions.
~Via
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
