You can never pin me down for evidence
But that's all that should make sense
Even if you try, you don't seem to see
All the things that made me flee
My mouth is shut and so is my heart
For the way, you mocked me from the start
You sucked the life in me, then you'd ask
Why was everything not meant to last?
Maybe it was engraved on my wrist
Maybe it was burnt on my to-do list
Of things to do to finally end
The lies you said got me spent
All I've gotten from you are bruises and scars
Maybe a gash or two from those pars
But dear, maybe you'll never have a clue
How I wish those days weren't true
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
