I woke up and started scratching my eye, as I goes to the bathroom where my ex and I brushed our teeths together and catching butterflies, realized I was only adding fuel to the fire. I know that, that memory could hurt me but I can't get over with it, I goes to the kitchen, opened the cabinets and find something to eat.
Lips are so sharp
You sucked it through the corner
You and I
Talked about things we desired
I'm out of ammo
For my sniper rifle
Goes to the drawer
And saw another woman on a photo
You told me, you won't hurt me
But the truth makes way
It's just, no more happy endings
I prefer a sniper rifle
Heat me up like a morning waffle
One pain that kills my whole body
Atleast there will be no more pain in me
You chased me like cats and rats
Now we're fighting like the birds and bats
Love could harm people in any other way
I'm all out of ammo
Goes to the base
Where I could reload
Fill me up til I'm all full
Still full but felt awful
When I knew were a wrong couple
I let a demon under my angelic skin
I rather die by a shot of a sniper rifle
Sooner and later no more hurting
Realized love is like a raffle
Time for another shuffle
We're like, unmatched couple
I goes upstairs, fixed my hair while still crying about the past, it gives me headaches but atleast it passed, couldn't realized time is fast and I should relax.
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PoetryThis is like an album but it doesnt contains songs, it only contains poetries about love, peoples and other topic that most of people doesn't talk about. Nothing to spoil about the story. And mispelled/typo ahead!
