I don't know whether I'm being realistic
or just simply missing the logistics,
but I miss you, as antagonistic
as you truly were.
*Stop it, Olivia. You were nearly dead.
She aimed the gun at your head.
You were just begging to be fed.*
Leading me up the path to perfection
Every downfall, providing correction.
I'd fail and fail again,
you'd be my only friend.
*No one threw stones,
You pushed everyone away.
You're soul was not very well portrayed.
You were nothing but bones.*
My only friend, though.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
I don't know whether I'm being realistic
or just simply missing the logistics,
but I miss you, as antagonistic
as you truly were.
*Stop it, Olivia. You were nearly dead.
She aimed the gun at your head.
You were just begging to be fed.*
Leading me up the path to perfection
Every downfall, providing correction.
I'd fail and fail again,
you'd be my only friend.
*No one threw stones,
You pushed everyone away.
You're soul was not very well portrayed.
You were nothing but bones.*
My only friend, though.
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