Locking lips in the backseat of your car
Traced my finger over your red, faded scar
You held me tight and pressed your lips to my ear
Told me "we'll be young forever, my dear"
But did you tell the truth or did you lie?
After all, you left me now, you aren't immortal
And now I'm old and feeble and all alone
Why oh why did you have to die?
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Hidden Meanings (✔)
PoetryHer words were laced with hidden meanings. 1ST PLACE WINNER OF THE CAR AWARDS 2017 start: 3/3/2017 COVER ART: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I...
