Sinking teeth into soft, white flesh
Macabre glint in your wicked eyes,
He will eat up all your lies
When you say you're "starting fresh"
Enveloped in vain vigour
Dripping naivety all around
Gaping mouths and no sound
All of this, and what for?
Trembling hands at 3 am
Faking cries into shoulder bones
Drowning sins in passionate moans
Complete, utter mayhem
Girl, you're a hurricane force
Tearing apart everything in sight
In the quietly lit dim of night
Screaming profanities, voices hoarse
Leaving trails of broken hearts
Footsteps from where flowers grow
Maybe you should take it slow
And for once pick up the parts
There's too much in your soul
For something so small and weak
Sorry, but I don't see the mystique
And like this, you'll never be whole.
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Aphasia
Poetryaphasia; /əˈfeɪzɪə/ noun. inability (or impaired inability) to understand or produce speech, or express thoughts verbally. poetry book with writings that i can't put into words / rants / personal opinions on matters that matter to me / things people...
