Broken syntax at my feet of words I'm still afraid to speak
I see her when I close my eyes, all birthday candles and cable ties
And
I'm so good at keeping secrets
And you're so good at telling lies
(It happens every time)
When you go please let me know
When I go I must repent
The shapes I've built my life around - our bodies lying on the ground
I swear I'd carve the stone myself
And shed this life for someone else
Ever night when I undress
Another stone upon my chest
I've tried to put this to rest
But I must repent
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
