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Sep 2017
Don't they taste awfully sweet?
As sweet as your bitter dreams
Where you die to wake up alive

Don't they taste awfully sweet?
So sweet you spit it out
Doesn't freedom make you feel free
Your heart was flying til' it lost its wings

Smacked into a window of reality
We're all trying to make sense of
Something not made to understand
Stop digging into the ground

You're just a rude lil child
Merely a being, so why do you feel so much pain?
Why are you laying here in your tears?
Why persevere?

You don't know and it's maddening
Stop denying your hope
Stop thinking about jumping out the window,
When you're afraid of heights

You can't hibernate
Sleep is no longer an escape
No motivation to paint a landscape
Just taste your honey tears

The salt in your wounds slips down
Doesn't that taste awfully sweet?
What a wonderful treat

Tears of gold, my bodies so cold
This feelings so old

You can't do anything so you
Just lay there trying to embrace
You're all marked up by the lace

You've got silver for a face
It's rusting over my dear
Your copper skin isn't so clear
So you just lay here


Tasting your own honey tears...
I can't do anything...
Written by
Lady Misfortune  17/F/Ohio
(17/F/Ohio)   
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