rip my nails out of their beds
bring forth my severed head
claw my eyes out of their sockets
keep my broken heart in your back pocket
drain my veins of the blood that once flowed
stab me in the back with your eyes closed
crush my bones between your teeth
make me cry
misused and weak
now tell me i'm pretty
then laugh cause it's silly
i'd let you do it all over again
because my dear
you are my heaven
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Mind Heart Soul
PoesíaWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
