my history falling from me
like grown-out clothes
sweet child of mine
like Axel Rose
primrose-pyre they burned me
they tortured and then returned me
even though they know
i'm no longer sweet
so break their promise
i've grown out my clothes
no sweet child am i
sorry Axel Rose
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kiss kiss, goodbye.
Poesie#1 PEAK IN THE METAPHORS CHART. i said kiss kiss, goodbye to the world i once lived in. i was a martyr for my dreams. i fell asleep to the beauty of my screams. poetry album seven. built on the feelings of mental health, dealing with coming into ad...
