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I think I've found a rose Think I should burn it soon Think the stems arose       off the ground, where I  put it down The darkness seems overwhelming Yet your heart seems welcoming Take me with you  to your home Lip-locked fools, knocking over all the stools Sitting on a bench No we're not friends, so lets not pretend Eyes like ice Hands like sandpaper   it's heated up, yet still cold to the touch I think your hair is on fire Guess I should put away this lighter, for my cigarettes But that's just its color Now I won't forget The only way for me to get high is to stare at you all night  Staring until my iris melts, until my pupils burn Don't just fold your lips Super pink petals It's bleeding now I bit it too hard  Her voice calls the night Wind's her appetite  Joy is what she is She's my therapist I need to learn a lot from her But I'm her depressing thoughts My mouth ****** bullets Yes, we're magnets Positives and negatives I've learned a lot from it She is apple blossom I am arsenic Well apple and poison seems to go well, doesn't it? People stare and laugh  But I love the sound of their screams When I rip what life is left at the seams This one love is gold Together, lets grow old.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
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I think I've found a rose Think I should burn it soon Think the stems arose       off the ground, where I  put it down The darkness seems overwhelming Yet your heart seems welcoming Take me with you  to your home Lip-locked fools, knocking over all the stools Sitting on a bench No we're not friends, so lets not pretend Eyes like ice Hands like sandpaper   it's heated up, yet still cold to the touch I think your hair is on fire Guess I should put away this lighter, for my cigarettes But that's just its color Now I won't forget The only way for me to get high is to stare at you all night  Staring until my iris melts, until my pupils burn Don't just fold your lips Super pink petals It's bleeding now I bit it too hard  Her voice calls the night Wind's her appetite  Joy is what she is She's my therapist I need to learn a lot from her But I'm her depressing thoughts My mouth ****** bullets Yes, we're magnets Positives and negatives I've learned a lot from it She is apple blossom I am arsenic Well apple and poison seems to go well, doesn't it? People stare and laugh  But I love the sound of their screams When I rip what life is left at the seams This one love is gold Together, lets grow old.
#love#pain#rejection
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
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