we were nothing but some words scribbled on airA Poem by thespaceinmybed
and all the things I buried
come up through the gut knocking at my throat threatening to take my voice but I fill it with whiskey and hollow laughter I drown my secrets you never asked what was wrong with me it never mattered in the end we became strangers again in the saddest sense of the word how do you mine your own soul like there is treasure somewhere in the darkness it was never a good idea to wander down there in the empty echoes of a person you didn't want me that's what this comes down to and no amount of confession will drag your warmth back to my hungry eyes you are forever distant a dream I was never meant to catch
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Added on February 3, 2014 Last Updated on February 3, 2014 AuthorthespaceinmybedLos Angeles, CAAboutingenious my idea of stripping thoughts from your skull like peeling oranges more..Writing
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