If I could just rip my ears off,
Would they stop reminding me of you?
If I could just cut open my lips,
Would they no longer miss yours too?
Because I know there is no point to drowning in this bed.
But man, I cant stop the tape from replaying in my head.
It's like you left your mark inside me.
Its like you don't want to let me be free.
Because even when you're not around,
Your perfume looks over this town,
Your plushie wont let me sleep sound,
Your ghost won't pull me back to the ground.
And this grieveful ocean will never boil-down.
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Random short stories
SpiritüelMy stories and poems which have come from the heart. This will be an archive for me to look back at and for people to take a look at.
