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You whisper into my ear at record pace I could walk away but it would only start a chase I whimper as you grab me and pull me back by my hair Desperately I cast sideways glaces to avoid meeting your stare I feel you pressing against me Cocking Your head in time with your gun I hate how you always get me Soaking Trying to drown out my hearts thrum Casting my thoughts to the angry tide Needing to avoid your wild rides Your highs too high and your lows bottomless It's been years and I don't see a way out of this You huff a laugh against the column of my throat My mind within an ocean praying for a line or a boat The cuts have been too deep Your blood's mixed in with mine I wish I could find peace through sleep But you're still there behind my eyes
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 11:32 AM UTC
If Eyes Are Windows To The Soul, Then How Is It You Can Look At Me When You Don't Have One
You whisper into my ear at record pace I could walk away but it would only start a chase I whimper as you grab me and pull me back by my hair Desperately I cast sideways glaces to avoid meeting your stare I feel you pressing against me Cocking Your head in time with your gun I hate how you always get me Soaking Trying to drown out my hearts thrum Casting my thoughts to the angry tide Needing to avoid your wild rides Your highs too high and your lows bottomless It's been years and I don't see a way out of this You huff a laugh against the column of my throat My mind within an ocean praying for a line or a boat The cuts have been too deep Your blood's mixed in with mine I wish I could find peace through sleep But you're still there behind my eyes
George, George, my dear, my dear... Come any closer and I'll **** you, I swear
WickedHope
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 11:32 AM UTC
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