Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Midwest Voodoo I

Did you know
I count the tear-strokes across your face
And bite my lip into a pulp
Waiting for you to take your place
And break your name into my throat
How can you run if I don't let go
It never made any sense to me
I just can't tell if this is real
Maybe death is for the lucky few
Maybe I can't handle myself
Just say you love me and my broken tongue

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