tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19463488642965206372024-02-08T12:31:49.103-08:00The back of your headAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689164125537168202noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946348864296520637.post-45927686001608263022014-02-09T05:21:00.001-08:002014-02-09T05:21:05.942-08:00The Back of Your Head<br />
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Why is it me to always watch you leave?<br />
The back of your heads are so familiar to me.<br />
Whether it's pleasure or pain I seldom see your face<br />
It's those brown locks of hair that blocks our embrace.<br />
I'm the disposable girl that at best never surpassed second<br />
Her heart made of glass filled with black liquid.. It's been poisoned<br />
It pumps 'round her body when she looses control of it<br />
It's putrid, it's rotten I can't stand the feel of it!<br />
It stops not within her, but everything she touches.<br />
Everything she's cared for or wants feels the sting<br />
Of that putrid black liquid, she just can't touch a thing.<br />
I can see you go running, screaming 'no please don't get me!'<br />
'With that horrid black liquid, you keep it, just for you'<br />
'I'd rather it here in my warm fuzzy goo'<br />
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So I watch you all leave...<br />
With the backs of your heads<br />
And I stay right here<br />
In my big, warm, safe bed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689164125537168202noreply@blogger.com0