Your words are painfully beautiful
Enough so to make me weep
My heart is anything but tender
Yet in question, my head spins
I'm loosing sleep
I want to forget everything
It's what i do best
Time's never healed so much as a paper cut
I turn to herbs to get some rest
I continue reading somberly
Overthinking every word
these poems can't be for me
But your heartbreak wasn't absurdly inferred.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Your words are painfully beautiful
Enough so to make me weep
My heart is anything but tender
Yet in question, my head spins
I'm loosing sleep
I want to forget everything
It's what i do best
Time's never healed so much as a paper cut
I turn to herbs to get some rest
I continue reading somberly
Overthinking every word
these poems can't be for me
But your heartbreak wasn't absurdly inferred.
My smile may be pretty but my intentions disgust myself
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