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A Song


Submitted:Nov 5, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


The night's edge,

Like razor blades,

Cut through the skin,

Of a love born thin,

On my part,

Your love was kind,

You gave a gift,

To an arsonist

I swore this life came down,

To an empty bottle,

And an open mouth,

Full of lies and deceit,

Now I'm struggling,

To find my feet,

Cause I'm out of her sight,

So I'm out of my mind,

I never meant a thing,

When I robbed you blind,

Of the freedom you held,

Or the love you could find,

While I was killing myself,

I didn't know you were dying

On every Avenue,

What can I say,?

On every Avenue,

I see your face,

Because it's hard,

Yeah its hard,

To be alone,

Or on your own





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