My heart is a cemetery for dead children
And your head is a playground for the deceased
I take my coffee invisible
You take four sugars
All of your previous lovers hate me
But I cannot stand them either
You lay in your big white bed
I sleep in my crimson cot
We are meant to be
Like your dad and money
We never part, never leave
You get sick of me and yell
But I am a little girl for you
I will follow you to your grave
Follow you to your grace
Your gravestone will read
"Poets don't die,
They fade away"
At your funeral everybody will laugh
And the sun will shine on my face
The grass in my toes
I'll cry but not for long
And I'll take your place dutifully
Step into your shoes
Make others little girls
Begging for acceptance
Because I was the second
And the first to be a fool
I will take others under my arm
I will become all you've longed to be
I will do all I want whenever
I will
I will
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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...
