I've reviewed my entries of past. Spell checked and such...sigh...I'm done being selfish, stupid...</3 just done. I always thought I had more entries instead of 'poems'
The events of last year seem like nothing more than a fickle memory and now we've had our talk and our goodbyes. This time I made her no promises...killed me, but it's better that she's moving on.
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What's Inside My Head
Every time the paper bleeds
Every time the ink speaks
I feel them...here
Heartbeats
Not needles against the skin
Every time the ink speaks
I feel them...here
Heartbeats
Not needles against the skin