It was fall
I had it all
Until I hit a wall
Crash and burn
Now it's your turn
Court must adjourn
The verdict's in
I need some gin
Are you made of tin?
She's all red pouty lips
And the price of tips
Try to catch a glimpse
I drink blood, not wine
Losing track of time
Drop everything and be mine
I'm a mess
Just a scared little girl in a dress
All you have to say is yes//
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10.15.14
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
