That Kiss..
My pain,Goes unnoticed,
Its killing me,
Inside,
My abdomen,
Full of acid,
As i drink away the days.
Honesty comes forward,
It sticks like a sore thumb,
I seeps into my luck,
Maybe i can take on this demon.
A birthday card,
Set on fire,
A packet of matches,
Lie empty on the ground,
Where enemies walk.
The sound of the band,
In my head,
They play punk songs,
The happiness i fell,
Is blissful.
But there is still a few knifes,
Cutting into my bliss,
But all i need,
Is that kiss.
I trample on the pain,
With shoes made of steel,
I carry my burdens,
I crush them.
Poetry by MusicMyLife
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Written on 2011-09-29 at 16:03
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