

untitled_2_we buried the hatchet so long ago we set our problems aside the thing that i ddint know the blade rested in my spineuntitled_2_
you never meant anything and this truce was a lie you've been shaprening the knives and keeping yourself hidden only to come out of nowhere to stab me in the back
you're like an assasin sliting throats where they lie smoothered in a bloody pillow they are gasping for air night hides your shadow and you lie while you smile


Untitled_1_I hear whispers of your voiceUntitled_1_
echoing through the silence and i also see your face
whenever i go to sleep
that photo sits on my bedside with and attached broken promise and a box filled with dreams
some things i'll really miss
I take back everything that i've ever said
But that can't bring back everything that i've lost i know you're gone forever
and forevers as long as you'll be in my head
This black and white photograph screams our memories but your face is just a blur
filtered out by my mind
i'll tear
later
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The more I think of you, the more I want to be.
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