Shimmer

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Jul 15, 2009


Shimmer, blade plays on my arm
Drive it in once more
Your words won't mean anything
Screaming through the door

The look on this face is priceless
Two heart beats left of this
You break the door down and run to me
Let's end it with a kiss

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  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    I don't have a good comment.

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