The hole in my heart,
Is infected with thoughts of you.
If I could get you out,
I might heal.
But when I think you’re gone,
And I heal,
You come back,
And tear me up.
The only vaccine,
Is pure hate.
And that heals it.
But it also tears me up,
Somewhere else.
So for now,
I’ll suffer from,
Heartache.
I seem to like this poem.....
More or less this is how i feel....
1 comment:
whoa.. emo ar?
well.. life is filled with moments like dis... try 2get used 2 it ;)
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