And sometimes, it feels like the walls are closing in on me so tightly
And the doors are locking all behind me;
Feels like Im trapped inside insanity
And I can hear her laughing softly
With her sick and twisted smile
And her sweet French kissed lies
And sometimes, it feels like your eyes are burning through me
And you can see theres nothing more to me;
Feels like Im falling into blackness
And I can hear her calling softly
With her lonely soul and broken hands
Entwined within my own
And sometimes, it feels like theres no tomorrow
And you will make this go on forever;
Feels like Im nothing but a cliché broken heart
And if only I knew how to
Tear
Myself
Apart















Devious Comments
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[i LOst my paper HEarts]...
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I could break her perfect little face and actually give her something to be selfconcious about.
Your form and wordchoice is just perfect, in my eyes
Favorite piece: "And her sweet French kissed lies"
Love this poem!
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Osiris
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