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Your words fade to grey— When you take advantage of them they broil away. Once a bright yellow, you filled the room with light. Now as dull as a beaten blade The room remains hollow Empty. No matter how small it gets— Hidden away. Those words you always said Creep beneath my feet and follow me into bed. Haunting my dreams I can’t sleep— I can’t cry— I can’t eat— Unable to die, I crawl— Into that hollow room. I fill it with stolen red tears— To drown in them, Will be better than to hear I love you From your lying— Grey— Lips.
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Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 10:22 AM UTC
Love isn't always Enough
Your words fade to grey— When you take advantage of them they broil away. Once a bright yellow, you filled the room with light. Now as dull as a beaten blade The room remains hollow Empty. No matter how small it gets— Hidden away. Those words you always said Creep beneath my feet and follow me into bed. Haunting my dreams I can’t sleep— I can’t cry— I can’t eat— Unable to die, I crawl— Into that hollow room. I fill it with stolen red tears— To drown in them, Will be better than to hear I love you From your lying— Grey— Lips.
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terri-faloney
Canadian
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 10:22 AM UTC
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