Honey, he is a whirlwind,
and you're just a field of dandelions,
You're all hopes and dreams,
and he'll crush them,
and lose them into the atmosphere.
Honey he's got a stone cold heart,
and you're sensitive as hell,
your tears won't soften it.
Honey, he won't care,
he will tear you apart,
you're only a mere notch in his belt,
Honey, his loves a drug,
Oh you'll be on a high, but
he'll give you hell the day he leaves
Honey, don't fall in love,
you'll only hurt yourself,
and god knows if you'll ever heal.
-things I wish i told myself.
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Raconteur
PoetryThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
