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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Burden of a Song 2
I would love to be like you So cold-hearted with ice in my veins So you could never hurt me again Like so many times you do... I want to shout, scream and curse So I won't go insane or worse. I no longer want to feel this way Now that I am here, I don't know what to say I want to be made of cold and ice No more passion, no more spice. I would love for you to be like me And suffer just the same I no longer want to hear Your damning name... I would like to be able to walk away from this I no longer want the poison of your kiss I want to find the words to know where to start And I no longer want to possess a heart.. I need to be free from your voice and your face I no longer want to share the same space I no longer want to breathe the same air Not that YOU would even care. The way I love you and I way I hate Are all one in the same You branded me with your icicle tears And shamed me with your foolish games. I would love for you to be like me And suffer just the same to be No remedy for this curse you will find Because it's all in your sick little mind. raw || truth |