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i don't know what this is.. just a ramble..

the picture cracks
down the centre
the pieces ripped
scattered on the floor.
the wind catches
all our memories
gone in a whisp
i can feel the flashes
creating the gashes.
i can't understand
there's this lack of trust
crudely created
the razor's edge
long and serrated.
the image of the two of us
is long since faded.
remember how you
bit my lip
i was your puppet
it made me sick.
all the strings you sewed
to my heart
only helped you rip it
apart.
you felt so loud
and tasted so soft
in your intense contrast
i found myself lost.
for it
i payed a high cost.
what's left over
isnt a lot
all because
i got caught.

love michelle.

Posted: 2010-04-27 15:44:33 UTC

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