Costly.

Costly.

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

It comes at a price.
I paid my due to the very end.
Now it's alright to play face.
I don't expect much from you.
But upon letting you go,
I have to keep my boxes safe
And my walls washed bare
To avoid the sin I had called "Love."

© 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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