Strip me down
When anyone says that word
it hits the wall I keep up for protection.
It slides down succumbing to the flames;
but when you spew that unwanted word
it flies to old heights.
Over the wll, crashing down on me.
Fills my being with the weight of a thousand rocks
pushing down on my soul.
I never wanted to heart that word again:
"beautiful".
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:20 am
Selfish
How sick is it that I want to strip away all your new found happiness
Squeeze your memory dry of her
Rip open the healed stiches on your heart
And find myself sliding down, inch by inch
Making myself comfortable
In what is rightfully not
Mine
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:17 am
Can't let go
You're all I see
You're all I breath
You're all I feel
And all I need
Every morning I wake
You're the pain I receive
Love is such a damned word
But baby please come back to me
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:15 am
They say you remember your first love forever
How pained am I to have you haunting my dreams every night
Burning holes in my heart as I inhale all that we were
They say it's better to have loved than lost
But tell me, isn't that what we did?
We lost our chance to make this what we desired
Did the flame burn low or did I blow it out
I'd rather forget every memory that we were t...
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:13 am
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