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Pictures in a Cold Fire
written by Poison Ivy08:58 PM 10/16/04Memories, memories, memories. The one thing I can do without. Times I lied to gain a friend. Times I told the truth all too well. Being too bold at the wrong time and staying quiet when I should have risen my stronger voice. Silent screams made from cries for help, made into songs- all in one. So no one thinks of my music of anything but a song. It’s no big deal, yet. Hollow trees help me hide from the ones who truly love me. With the smell of lavender to keeps me company at the roots. Speed and cocain do nothing for me. Never could and never will. I don’t need it.
Cold and dead pictures of you make me quiver. Not in fear. But in agony and anger. You fucked it all up for me. You marked me where yo shouldn’t have touched. I was your shoulder, then I was your slave. With nothing to comfort me but constant tears of vacancy. Fires never kept me warm, and neither did you. You fucked it all up for me! So thanks for changing me into the little miss nothing that I am now. I’ll never get back at yo good enough. So I’ll just burn pictures of you in a cold fire, and hope you feel the icy burn. . . |
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to Anthony Franco.
to the former queer of my dreams.
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