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She has everything
her mind is open
she is perfect.
She lives no life
of lies. She lives only
in perfection.
There's no contradictions
and no doubts.
She has him.
She.
She has herself.
She knows.
She knows herself.
She's like the other girls,
perfect and beautiful.
Flawless.
Is that even possible?
She is wonderful.
She captured his heart and peered into his
heart and stole it.
They made love,
she started it.
She's the reason for my doubts.
She opened his heart and tore it
up while laughing
and while he let her do it,
they kissed...
She.
Her eyes are liquid poison
bright blue;
captivating and endless.
Her lips are carved to perfection
as is her diabolical body.
She could kill anyone with herself.
Her mind is open.
Her thoughts are spilled like water spilled into
a pillbox.
She is her.
She took him,
and now I'm left with nothing...
She turned him to moosh,
she captured his heart
and tore it up, and disregarded his beautiful words
that would make me cry...
She had him from above.
She had an angel.
She tore him apart
like a dog toy.
Now he's gone
So long.
She killed him.
Now he wont let anyone in.
Now he's gone.
Now he's afraid.
Now she's the only one
he truly sees.
And I hate her.
*I wrote this on my feelings. Every word is true. I cried the night I realized all of this. She destroyed him. Now he only sees her when she's there. She tore him apart, and took him from above. Now he's gone. Now he's dead.*
 Deceased Poet · Thu Mar 12, 2009 @ 03:11am · 0 Comments |
