i hate hearing myself breathe
so i put on some noise
to drown it outbut what do i do
when the thoughts of you
come through my headnothing
can
save methe thoughts of you
will forever haunt me
and i wish theyd diei want to move on
but its so hard
when i feel your lips stillplease dove
just let me be
take these thoughts and leave
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.