On the pages of this story my thoughts come untied
The woven threat of the noose around my heart unbinds
I have fought me for far too long
I have tried transferring my demons to only song
But now I see beyond my own lines
The girl I tried to save has already died
Now, I only see the viper
The parchment used to be so clean, now stained and tainted
The once childlike innocence, long faded
This ink I bleed is birthed from knowing
There is no pain worth showing
But every now and again I see your face,
wearing that smile I wish I could replace
You have broken and rebuilt me for the last time
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
