Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Walk away and pretend you didn't want to
Nothing is bleeding except that heart you left on your sleeve
If you open yourself up to people
Never forget their daggers
Even up red riding hoods sleeve
was a wolf killing lumberjack

I'm just babbling now.
This isn't even poetry.
I shouldn't of taken those pills.


The floor has a heart beat
And I am the eyes

-C

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