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Liars lying in the brush,
Fears fleeing in a rush,
The World,
Spinning
Like only a world can,
Me, the lost and
Lonely man.
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Faces presses to glass,
Hands rapping,
Ringing
On the door,
Wishing desperate with love,
To feel alive again.
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-Tears-
Whisper it softly,
So soft only I can hear.
Scream it,
Beg for mercy,
Let me taste your tears.
I gave you all,
And I expect it all back.
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(Thorns)
The moon was full,
The night you left.
It was the night I learned
To dance on the thorns
And enjoy
Each stab of pain.
YOU ARE READING
Back Of My Book.
PoetryRandom bits I wrote on the back of my maths book - not all of them make sense, but all of them are from the heart.