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Murdering My Vows
written by Lothiriel07:21 PM 12/15/04He fucking hates my guts and thinks I'm nuts
when maybe I am but the tall tales are true
In some form of flowing after birthing
my initial self before self
When I change my name to guilt my pleasures
And he forebodes the innder circle of lust
when I need to feel free
Should he crown his love and bestow
the holy shit wreck of
'with this ring I dewed'
When you've wed an Angel
who falls through the cracks
of misdemeanor love sucked fucked triangles
and live in your despair
When she can't make up your mind
And you feel her life like braille beneath your fingertips
when the smallest bumps smooth over
and you wish to find a new book
She asks you not knowing to react
but she makes you drink yourself to sleep
anymore even when she manages to lay beside you
it feels cold and wrong with miles of skin between you
They won't admit the drive life is over
and they blew it long before the desease set in
to invoke the 'I do' plenty
to make you wish I were never born |
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