My baby's got a long shot put
To get me on edge like this
Creation tugs at my body
And she brings me into bliss
Try to make his love known
Put my index to my head
She ties me so i'm thrown
Just hanging by a thread
Her lonesome was always secondhand
(Drown his name in the pouring rain)
My slaughter was fully planned
That drug she took out plain
Do you want to die?
I just don't understand her motive
We're you the one to lie?
Take a dig, it becomes addictive
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melancholia: a collection of poetry
PoesíaThis 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...
