Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack
That lies in the darkness of the sun,
I fear, there's nothing I can do for you.
I've remembered your cries,
I don't know which ones are lies,
I can't seem to see the real you.
We can't look back,
I can't bear to see your eyes sad,
I will fall victim to the blue.
Green swaths pave the road to your soul,
My brain, and my heart have taken a toll,
Precious one, do you bid ado?
No more lying;
Let's live with the stress.
I know this relationship was once blessed,
But now, its tainted.
Our minds were once painted with swerved willow trees,
And all of their dancing leaves were connected through one branch.
And at that time, we had beautiful visions of having our own ranch,
But these were all lost to the moon.
"There are things you don't know about me", she said,
And together, we split the last of our bread,
As she tipped her flowers upon her head, "goodbye".
I sat there, listening to the crunches of the roadside,
Watching her chariot fly by,
Crying in the palms of my hands as she left.
And from that day forward,
Crucifixion was directed toward,
Everything that could've prevented this distress.
How,
As the dark rays of the sun,
Still glimmering and piercing any sense of "fun",
Had created me was something I would never forget.
My last hope for a new, sat and wept.
As I lay on the table in my haunted keep,
Digging a hole to a different world in my head.
Sacred was the drill that sang a song,
And that song was the last I would hear, as my ear fell off.
I never wanted to listen to the cheer of music ever again.
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