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Self-Inflicted You are too late to keep the half of my heart which has been squashed trapped under those heavy brown shoes this past year past eternity You never exchanged half of your heart in return for my broken one now it is too late you will never feel my lips pressed tightly against yours my hand in yours at a movie wrap your arms around me feel my face nuzzle your neck or touch my soul I have been drained empty the once overflowing container of love has been poured out drop by drop 'til the blood red stream blended with my tears 'til the agonizing sound of the drips drowned out my sobs which you never heard anyway
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Poetry |
Classic Collection |