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Last time I loved, I took a dagger To the heart. We were supposed to make it last! Little did I know I threw a hundred daggers back With my selfishness and need for an escape, While she suffered holding back the needle. Held her tightly with my clammy hands As I begged for her on my knees. "No more lying." I forced out my clenched jaw. She stared into my deep sunken eyes And said it would be the last Moment of her presence, she, my crutch that held Me up to my dangling life. I fell hard onto concrete when her love collapsed And left me down because she never looked back, But I recovered and rose Into an unforgiving villian With a judgement that there is no love Just tragedies.
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
Arising Villian
Last time I loved, I took a dagger To the heart. We were supposed to make it last! Little did I know I threw a hundred daggers back With my selfishness and need for an escape, While she suffered holding back the needle. Held her tightly with my clammy hands As I begged for her on my knees. "No more lying." I forced out my clenched jaw. She stared into my deep sunken eyes And said it would be the last Moment of her presence, she, my crutch that held Me up to my dangling life. I fell hard onto concrete when her love collapsed And left me down because she never looked back, But I recovered and rose Into an unforgiving villian With a judgement that there is no love Just tragedies.
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may-tiwamangkala
American
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
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