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It's been over 365 days It's been many nightmares and repetitive poetry But your name still lingers on my breathe And the short-lived memories on the tip of my tongue I should probably brush my teeth You shouldn't still be here You left a longtime ago But you must have forgot to tell me Because I was still sending you letters And you would send some back But you tricked me you tricked me you tricked me The idea of your voice caused me to rediscover old mannerisms You reminded me that I actually like wearing bones and the color red It's like finding an old song that you used to love And the thought of bones is becoming an obsession again Even my worst habits remind me of you Everywhere is you Everything is you You're causing this "poem" to turn into and old unsaid rant The thought of you has a nucleus and membrane of its own It travels through my body and attacks my white blood cells I shouldn’t still be writing about you You're so last year But baby I'm a hipster and I love to wear vintage
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
In Memory of You
It's been over 365 days It's been many nightmares and repetitive poetry But your name still lingers on my breathe And the short-lived memories on the tip of my tongue I should probably brush my teeth You shouldn't still be here You left a longtime ago But you must have forgot to tell me Because I was still sending you letters And you would send some back But you tricked me you tricked me you tricked me The idea of your voice caused me to rediscover old mannerisms You reminded me that I actually like wearing bones and the color red It's like finding an old song that you used to love And the thought of bones is becoming an obsession again Even my worst habits remind me of you Everywhere is you Everything is you You're causing this "poem" to turn into and old unsaid rant The thought of you has a nucleus and membrane of its own It travels through my body and attacks my white blood cells I shouldn’t still be writing about you You're so last year But baby I'm a hipster and I love to wear vintage
Daisey
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
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