If only it were possible
to slice open my skin
and carve open each vein,
I could drain you out of my bloodstream
So that when I lay my body to rest each night
I don’t feel you being injected into my heart
And I don’t hear your name ringing in my ears
And I don’t feel you rush to my lips when I sing.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
If only it were possible
to slice open my skin
and carve open each vein,
I could drain you out of my bloodstream
So that when I lay my body to rest each night
I don’t feel you being injected into my heart
And I don’t hear your name ringing in my ears
And I don’t feel you rush to my lips when I sing.
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