Ripped apart, limb by limb
Shattering bones, heart caving in
Self mutilation, scar after scar
Empty and hollow, worn like tar
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryAnd if you don't Like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would Really choose A daisy, in a field Of roses?
Worn like tar
Ripped apart, limb by limb
Shattering bones, heart caving in
Self mutilation, scar after scar
Empty and hollow, worn like tar
