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It was dark. The smell of rain filled the air. His bright devious smile That outshined all the starts in the sky, Was the only thing I could see. His touch was poison. His lips were infinite. His taste tainted my tongue. His voice was like a song. His heart was mine. It was dark. I was all alone in my room Tear drops staining my face Listening to music and my laptop screen Was the only thing I could see His touch was no longer felt His lips were no longer met mine His taste no longer lingered His voice was a song no longer sung His heart was no longer mine Before I could think Everything was gone Maybe it was all just a dream And when reality hit It had hit me hard Before I could blink He was gone Maybe I never had his heart And It was all just a game That I had lost
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
The Game
It was dark. The smell of rain filled the air. His bright devious smile That outshined all the starts in the sky, Was the only thing I could see. His touch was poison. His lips were infinite. His taste tainted my tongue. His voice was like a song. His heart was mine. It was dark. I was all alone in my room Tear drops staining my face Listening to music and my laptop screen Was the only thing I could see His touch was no longer felt His lips were no longer met mine His taste no longer lingered His voice was a song no longer sung His heart was no longer mine Before I could think Everything was gone Maybe it was all just a dream And when reality hit It had hit me hard Before I could blink He was gone Maybe I never had his heart And It was all just a game That I had lost
ruth-willis
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
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