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Jun 2014
Put me away,
Lock me in a box,
Erase me from the canvas of the world.
**** me in your mind,
**** me in your heart,
Oh, how you wish you really could.
See me fall down from the rooftops,
See me burst in flames and burn to ash.
See my blood coloring my lifeless skin,
You think, how sweet it would taste, that forbidden sin.
What am I to you?
Another plaything to occupy your time,
To be discarded in the trash when
Your need for me is no longer there
To keep me alive.
Paint my lips with my blood,
Draw a smile on my neck,
From ear to ear,
And let the happiness drip down from there,
Falling in a puddle,
Only to disappear.
You think you’re powerful because you can
**** me
Time and again
But you’re not.
I’m the one who’s truly powerful
Because no matter how many times you
Take my life away
I will always be there
Inside your head
Burning as bright as a phoenix.
Hope Irons
Written by
Hope Irons  Varna, Bulgaria
(Varna, Bulgaria)   
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