Red is my color
my fragrance is sweet...
An ice cold heart,
as hard as the rocks...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
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I...
Do you think that I could forget you?
That I could murder all the moments...
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because i think if i say it enough times...
I have tied my past to my ankles.
Birthed from a frail mother...
Saturday mornings
were made for bowls of Fruity Pebbles...
I get home, and all that croaks
is my couch when I vouch for its pain...
'Do you remember...
To be loved is her greatest wish of all
A heart full of desire to hurt no more...
I stretched my hand
far higher than my...