he was bullets, i was knives
we ran out of nights and took in lives
he's out his head, i'm out my mind
we got that love, the crazy kind.
this love is his, this life is mine
all carved out with a bullet's line.
this life will never be ours, that much i understood. the late night drunks, blood filled smirks and bullet filled fights will always be mine. the cries of those many lies, broken whimperes and soul crushed lows have always been him.
- green for envy, red for vain
thorns of flowers, this life will never end.
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Poetry[COMPLETED] ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵍⁱᶜ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ⁻ʷᵒˡᶠⁱᵉᵍᵉʳˢ 🎐13'10'18 - started ⛼17'12'18 - 1k 🌃26'01'19 - 2k accomplishments: 🌹16'11'18 - 2 in po...
