He stumbles through the door, liquor bottle...
Wishing his pain would end, but no one could ever...
The faint draft of watered hearts
heightens dust among the rotted corners...
Going back to the way I used to be is harder than...
It hurts to forget and everyday it brings a new...
A question looms between two lovers;
Oblivious to each others' longing stares...
Uneasily hidden scars.
Unhideable crimson tears...
Life is getting very bleak
I don't think I will find the love I seek...
Tossing away the ashes of youthful ferveur,
Shuttering the shutters of willful ventures...
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My head lays on my pillow...
Like a plastic rose with no smell
Like the second-hand car you’d been dying...
You built these walls around you
To try to encage yourself...
Your laughter speaks the loudest
And you tell me that you're fine...