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Ive always listened to what you've said. not just the detail. But everything you've bled. I've taken it on white shoulders. Now ****** and soaked. You told me loving lovely lies. You left your true heart behind. Cunning scalpel in disguise. Ripped deep and tortured. I've wished instead you had slaughtered. I've pushed you out of my conscious. Now your in my dreams where I have no control. Nightmares like memories. All that time that you stole. Your as ruthless as you were then. You give no warmth. A beautiful mesmerizing walking corpse. In dreams where my desires materialize. Rules flipped like your morality. I've woken up face red. You still give me nothing. Except things unsaid.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
The Things Unsaid
Ive always listened to what you've said. not just the detail. But everything you've bled. I've taken it on white shoulders. Now ****** and soaked. You told me loving lovely lies. You left your true heart behind. Cunning scalpel in disguise. Ripped deep and tortured. I've wished instead you had slaughtered. I've pushed you out of my conscious. Now your in my dreams where I have no control. Nightmares like memories. All that time that you stole. Your as ruthless as you were then. You give no warmth. A beautiful mesmerizing walking corpse. In dreams where my desires materialize. Rules flipped like your morality. I've woken up face red. You still give me nothing. Except things unsaid.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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