Ill pour my heart into your hands.
Like running water, or quicksand.
It falls through your fingers,
to the dirty ground.
And I know you dont care,
thats why you didnt stick around.
Snort a line,
do a shot...
Thats your favorite thing to do,
and baby you do it alot.
I didnt want to play games,
but thats all you wanted to do.
And now that im happy with someone else,
you realize it coulda been you.
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NoctusAngelusProcella
19:48 May 26 2011
wow this is super good. I am very glad I stopped by. we have something in common. I love to write poetry too.