The rock, my tombstone marks where I lay
A beacon of a life slowly wasted away...

*i wrote this 2 years ago one of my first poems so...
In darkness I hide...

Silly little girl has been dreaming of a ring
And won't settle for the subsequent excuse that's...

I miss the storm that reaked havoc on me
it caused so much damage and then set me free...

Scratch my back and I will stab you in yours
I want to break the trust that's instilled in me...

These tired hands made of splinters
Keep tossing back the whiskey sours...

He's trapped, a prisoner of his own thoughts
And I'm trying to visit him there to free the rot...

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These tired eyes, dragging their lids to the floor...

*conveniently the name of the poem is the same as...
Once upon a time my heart only beat for you...

*okay before you read this understand that it was...
pink and black, you still don't know what i lack...

Thats it Ive done it
Ive pulled the final straw...

Couldnt see the moon when she came out tonight
Emptiness fills my room instead of the thin rays...