Stanger danger

Monday Miles
Aug 31, 2021

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tip-toe closer so I tell you that you're mine again
lie to me again, baby I want to feel fine again
once again, break my heart and be the one I cry against
change my taste, my cold skinny fingers wrapped around your waist
what a waste, to ever think that I could be a part or place
of all the happiness you kept locked and hidden far away
a potion of emotion in my belly when I wash away
Crimson colored slits on my forearm that have spelt your name
I'm just a little poet, who has a little heart
who uses all your torture to make beautiful works of art
to the tell the world that me and you are oh so far apart
how every glance at you just feels like a brand new start
to nothingness

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Monday Miles
Monday Miles

Written by Monday Miles

a small time writer, full time dick head.

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