Write me a novel tell me why you loved me. The fire is getting hotter pull your chair back slowly. Tell me why you hate me tell me how I hurt you. I thought I undid all of my wrong do's. Blame it all on me I was the one who hurt you. Don't recognize me just see right through. Pull my chair close to you. You don't like it when I burn but I do. Tell me how I am in capable of being there. How I only see the world as unfair. Yell at me tell me to stop throwing gasoline but the fire is all that is left of me. A good boy a hurt girl "I don't think I can love you anymore".
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The live's I've lived
कविताThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
