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Ripping up flowers Tearing off petals Shooting down stars Watching them fall Snatching up broken dreams Burying them all Six feet under I hope my tears Drown out the sound Echoing in your ears Of screaming and pleading For all these years Overgrown weeds And heavy grey clouds Even shadows have shadows Guess everyone has a past Threw my penny into the well Well, I guess that didn’t end up too well. It’s like you were Jack and I was Jill But it wasn’t Jill who took the spill It was jack who fell Under the spell Of that little girl Jill Who had the best will And intentions Full of questions Bright eyed And engaging Optimistically waiting For the right guy To happen on by Well once she met Jack She never looked back And that was that A fairytale ending Except that wishing well Went straight to hell And that water was poisoned That penny corroded Exposing the truth The ignorance of youth You weren’t all you seemed A wolf in sheep’s clothing Bursting at the seams The real you came through But that’s old news What’s worse is I stayed Even though day after day It all was the same Routine You think I would have learned But I didn’t And you were only acquitted When death finally admitted You to its domain I hope it rains Every day Over your **** grave And that the most beautiful flowers Grow just out of reach Not visible between weeds And that when the leaves change And the snow falls You’re left with nothing Nothing at all But the miserable company Of what’s left of your “love” for me.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
Weeds in the Garden of Eden.
Ripping up flowers Tearing off petals Shooting down stars Watching them fall Snatching up broken dreams Burying them all Six feet under I hope my tears Drown out the sound Echoing in your ears Of screaming and pleading For all these years Overgrown weeds And heavy grey clouds Even shadows have shadows Guess everyone has a past Threw my penny into the well Well, I guess that didn’t end up too well. It’s like you were Jack and I was Jill But it wasn’t Jill who took the spill It was jack who fell Under the spell Of that little girl Jill Who had the best will And intentions Full of questions Bright eyed And engaging Optimistically waiting For the right guy To happen on by Well once she met Jack She never looked back And that was that A fairytale ending Except that wishing well Went straight to hell And that water was poisoned That penny corroded Exposing the truth The ignorance of youth You weren’t all you seemed A wolf in sheep’s clothing Bursting at the seams The real you came through But that’s old news What’s worse is I stayed Even though day after day It all was the same Routine You think I would have learned But I didn’t And you were only acquitted When death finally admitted You to its domain I hope it rains Every day Over your **** grave And that the most beautiful flowers Grow just out of reach Not visible between weeds And that when the leaves change And the snow falls You’re left with nothing Nothing at all But the miserable company Of what’s left of your “love” for me.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
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