A poem so hard to spill

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As I walked into that red painted room, It's the same old song that they always put on, but I never want to change your mind

Heroes, villains or anything to take for granted, the curtains won't close till you take your last breath high to the low, it's me that you're willing to find

I've lost heaven to hell in each and every time you said goodbye, like the ache in heartbreak, like the voice in my pillow that keeps mumbling through the night keeping me from sleeping, my heard just twined

Let the ashes fall, forget about me or whom I used to be, I've been praying but haven't seen no light, I'd have the privilege to be a zero if you're the one, we're a ten standing next to each other, if you don't mind

What's been hidden is all revealed, forsaken by whom was everything behind this falling pieces, so watch them fall in slow motion, since you're the killer you'd never know, it's sort of a crime

In a world of hearts you'd be my field, and within the echo of bullets you'll be my shield, so come closer my love, because that damn clock won't stop ticking and taking away what's kind

It's you that I remind, and you whom I find, between the lines of my future and rewind, roses stumble off whom you think he's blind, but on the sheets of you and I, watch me within your arms slowly die, in your paradise is where I reside, you're my guide.
                            

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 07, 2016 ⏰

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