You cause hurt like my retainer.
My mouth has no taste
since we never laid a hand
upon the other.
But you caused sleepless nights,
anxiety attacks worse than the others.
I listen to sad songs
since you hated all of those.
I need to face you in person,
but to do that I have to
look into your dark eyes
and make you cry.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
You cause hurt like my retainer.
My mouth has no taste
since we never laid a hand
upon the other.
But you caused sleepless nights,
anxiety attacks worse than the others.
I listen to sad songs
since you hated all of those.
I need to face you in person,
but to do that I have to
look into your dark eyes
and make you cry.
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