I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
TONY COBLEWomen are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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With her, the world becomes art.
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She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
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He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
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There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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