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Based loosely on a George Jones song

I sit here scraping teeth on teeth As something stirs far beneath Calling me by many names Drawing me into its sick games Pulling me through the ..

I based this on a conversation I had with my grandmother. She told me all about how she felt when her father was sent to war...

You never asked why I hurt you I don’t know if I would have said But you brought it on yourself, b***h! You fucked around with my head You..

The night is so still and peaceful As I lie in this bed with you You tell me that you love me I say, “I love you too” You place you..

I don't know what it is That makes me feel like this. I don't even have to be near you. All it takes is a thought, A memory, A Place, And I'm ri..

I can feel the warmth coursing through my veins The electricity when you brush your skin against mine When you walk away this feeling remains A fee..

The clock tick-tocks by Second after second Minute after minute Time is so cruel When you’re alone With no one to love Lasting for what ..

I can’t help but notice The beauty that surrounds me A single leaf, a bird, a ripple in the water Even a gentle breeze can be beautiful But ..

A broken heart and trampled soul Can boast of happier days For to become as such it has to have been Contradictory to this ‘phase&rsquo..