

TimeThe clocks stood still.. You bought me new batteries To start my beating mechanism. (My heart owes you) I am a robot operating to your electric kisses.Time
Whimsical little phrases Three one-syllable words Trapped in my spiderweb mouth. I can't bring myself to say it So I cut my tongue out As you say a million times 'I love you' You leave me stuttering (I love you too)
My monarch butterflies Flutter through my stomach Filling me with a warm feeling I don't feel so starved anymore Not so much deprived


.untitled.I watch as your acid.untitled.
flows from your mouth And burns your lips I am sick of your voice.
I hate all the silences you leave. The silence that is and will always be Corrupted by your words. Your thoughts Lingering in the air
Hypocrisy Burns out your sight Rings in your ears Cripples your conscience Till your senses are Blind and deaf To everything but yourself.
Self-righteous Self-centred Lost in the depths Of your arrogance Your ignorance is bliss To yourself, only y
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