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Your toxic spit..

June 27, 2014
By morbidmorgan GOLD, Simi Valley, Arkansas
morbidmorgan GOLD, Simi Valley, Arkansas
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Favorite Quote:
"I have a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she met because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point where i can barely function." -Kurt Cobain


your toxic spit still drips down the corner of my mouth. it's singeing my chin, it's burning my skin

I offered you security, I offered you a home
but then you turned and rejected it and now you're all alone

maybe these words still blister my lips, maybe the time passed is really just encouragement

and I hope that as the seasons change, our time will once again come
but probably by that time our hope will all be done
baby, now there is no one to hold me but fear
and it grips me too tightly and never lets me go (and its arms dont shake the way yours did, my dear)

but you treated my bones like a latter

i gave you my heart and now I feel so alone

you think that you're right, but , darling, you couldn't be more wrong. sweet heart, if it weren't for you, this love would still grow strong

and now the question still spills from my tongue
why did you go? oh, where did you go?
I can't go on without you, my love
but seconds turn to days and fast turns to slow
feed me your attempts, your petty lies
pour me your tricks and take off that disguise
you're not fooling me no more
oh, you're not fooling me no more.

the sound of your voice still plays through my brain
it's brought on a feeling I can no longer contain
you left me, you disappeared, you swore you'd never leave
but I suppose missing what I lost is better than missing what I have.

I sung to you with feelings and you yelled at me with thoughts
you left my head spinning and my stomach filled with knots
one missed step and our shaking tight rope fell
I hope your self-indulgentness holds your hand in hell.
so tell me why I read you like a book
when you are nothing but a Petty newspaper ad
tell me why you see my body burning, on fire
but use your hose to water dead flowers instead of me.


now you're nothing but a ghost
that haunts my infatuation with sorrow


baby, baby, where did we go wrong?
baby, baby, our forever ain't so long and
baby, baby. where did we go wrong?
oh baby, baby, where did we go wrong?



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