I tripped over her landmine
it cut me off, at the knees
I slipped and fell, on my way to hell
she has that effect, on me
Harmony and happiness
things I used to have, and know
stumbling over explosive words
as another landmine, blows
I swear to god she plans these traps
planting them everywhere, and place
supplanting my sanity, with fear
that detonates, in my face
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
I tripped over her landmine
it cut me off, at the knees
I slipped and fell, on my way to hell
she has that effect, on me
Harmony and happiness
things I used to have, and know
stumbling over explosive words
as another landmine, blows
I swear to god she plans these traps
planting them everywhere, and place
supplanting my sanity, with fear
that detonates, in my face
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