You go back to work.
I go back in worth.
You take no effort,
In tearing my whole world.
I know I am,
Down in a river.
Down in a shiver.
Down in a fever.
I've got a rush for you.
I'm just a little hush for you.
You go back to work.
I get what I deserve.
You tell me to shut up.
I get what I deserve.
You're like a magnet, pulling me in.
I'm a drunk, giving into your drugs for me to ruin.
Not anymore.
Not forevermore.
Next time you shut me up.
Next time of sharp, blaring hurt.
Next time you let me burn...
I'll tell you to
GO BACK TO WORK.
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoetryA book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the...
