Give me one reason
Just one
A singular excuse
Give me one
Hand it over
Or dare I pry open
Your cautiously sealed knuckles
And rip it from your grasp myself
Give me it
Something, anything
Grant it to me
Lay it on my blistering palms
Or slide it between my calloused finger tips
And attempt to understand
The optimistic destruction it would cause
How it would contrast
Every navy vein run black
With nightmare ink
Underneath my rubbed raw skin cells
And let corroded sunsets enter
The once dead bloodstream
Of my morality
Give it to me
And let the pleas cease
The flash flood from my aching lips
In dire need of your cherry chapstick
Give me a good god damn reason
And maybe ill let my angel wings
Rest from my slouching shoulder blades
A little while longer
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A/N: millstone - a heavy and inescapable responsibility
I was suppose to get this one revised but I didn't. So its kinda raw written. And this was the best title I could care to think up.
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Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
