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Feb 2014
I'm still wasting away time in thoughts of your eyes
Smile
Smile
Eyes
Smile
Lips
Lips
Smile
Eyes
Lips
Smiling on the outside
You're nothing more than the letters on my *******
The cuts in my rhymes
The songs in my throat that crawl out of my mouth to someday save you from all this worlds hate
Anger
Why is my heart still breaking?
Still wanting to tie our pinkys together so we can't let for of the promise of forever
So tell me
Why does it feel like Gods just a babysitter on the phone?
And why the hell am I still alone?
1. My aunt says I'm too sensitive and I can thank my father
But doesn't that make your smile just as sinister?
2. A chance is what I desire
But I've never had a chance I wait for change but change becomes passion
Passion becomes destiny
Destiny takes a lifetime
Lifetime is nothing but a waste
Just watch the channel
3. Yes, I keep guns in my lungs just waiting to pull the trigger on someone
4. I was taught that being alone is better than losing what you want
5. Let's pretend that we don't exist and love never sprung up from our finger tips when I first touched your lips with
Happiness wanted to exist
I think so did forever
6. I'm sorry I came hard with claws
7. I'm sorry your life looks like this in photo albums
8. I'm sorry I spit every single problem on the bottom of your shoes
But you denied it for no more and no less of a quarter
9. I went home with cuts down my spine thinking I'll be fine
10. Your words bleed the blues of my words that should be spoken but are only left scars
1. The moon is closer to the sun than I am anyone
4. You
To caught up in other peoples business because your own countless nights without sleep isn't enough
25. Everyone died their hair in memory of you
Blue
But they can't tell one thing about you
6. I'm down kneeling on already scraped knees
5. The trick of attraction is that it doesn't make sense
4. The trick of attraction is perfection
3. I'm sorry we can't talk about it
2. She spends her nights lying awake retracing her lips because there once was a time he had kissed them
1. Do you get the catch?
Or are you the chase?
Or the base?
Maybe the core?
Ya, you're the core of my hate
Taylor Pyle
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Taylor Pyle  24/F
(24/F)   
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