Faint cries of wind brush the wet dots falling down my cheeks,
Sending shivers up and down my spine.
Like a millionare rolling in his wealth,
I watch as you drown yourself in your ego.
I'm hurting..
Can't you see?
Obviously not,
You're too busy.
Maybe I'll come back later,
When all you have is you.
Maybe I won't.
And you'll see how it feels to be broken.
Just how you made me feel.
yeah.
Comments
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WOAH MY GAWD this is soooo good callie!. i love the second stanza! it's very... angry. but i like the way it ends... leaving everything at a drop... but like a really cool you-dont-know-whats-gonna-happen-next drop.
good work!
(i know where have i been, right?)
~theharveter
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