I'll light your cigarette for you cos you are as dead as the paper infused with burning rat poison that will kill a man.
I like my boys as serious as a heart attack, as bleak as cholera and Romeo & Juliet, the type that like old poets like Edgar Allen Poe and think about killing themselves, while dressed in shades of black, with eyes as blue as the sky and hair as black as the night.
I'll kickstart the pedal of your motorbike cos all you do is skip through the crowds like you don't know you're alive and would rather be inside.
I like my boys as serious as a heart attack, as bleak as cholera and Romeo & Juliet, the type that like old poets like Edgar Allen Poe, and think about killing themselves, while dressed in shades of black, with eyes as blue as the sky, and hair as black as the night
Why must we always meet in graveyards? Why are you so unhappy with your life? Why are you handing me dead plants and saying you love life when you're with me?Stop being so damn sarcastic all the time and laughing at everyone's expense. Stop cursing god for all your problems. Stop pretending you want to kill yourself. I'll turn the pages of your frayed copy of Wuthering Heights cos you only know love from inside the confines of a depressing book.
I like my boys as serious as a heart attack, as bleak as cholera and Romeo & Juliet, the type that like old poets like Edgar Allen Poe and think about killing themselves, while dressed in shades of black, with eyes as blue as the sky and hair as black as the night
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Notes by Nailinthewall
PoesíaIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
