You've unguiltily hurt me
And i'm softly outspoken
Lonesome love, beautiful loser
What have you now?
Blue broken tile
Driving alone for a while
I'm sorry for being crude
Its just that you're being removed
Some things don't fit
And most things never will
I'm only a minor
But I can outshine her
Assault me on the highway
Grab my hip in the bar
I don't mind, you see
These things hurt
But they won't hurt me.
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melancholia: a collection of poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry all written by myself The individual poems will be marked as parts with their names. These poems are completely my own. They are the essence of my soul. It's like when you are younger and you just painted something out...
