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Bleed
Bleed
Stab me slow, watch me bleed,,
is it my pain,that you need.
you stabbed me in the back,
then you walked away,
and here i stand,still bleeding today.
I don't know why you hurt me so,
i don't know why you turned so cold,
you closed all doors,you return my mail,
do you enjoy putting me through hell.
Do you really believe those lies?
you didn't even ask me ,i was surprised
do you really know me ? i don't think you do,
if you did! you know i would never be untrue...
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Music to my unorthodox ear I
Music to my unorthodox ear
I simple but true occupancy more common than it should be?
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
i bet this touches a lot of
i bet this touches a lot of people,,thanks
ron parrish
Feeling every word of this
Feeling every word of this torrent of sorrow. Relatable and powerfully expressed, each line carries a storm of questions, the greatest one being: Why does the one we loved completely hurt us the most? Well done.
thanks pat,the side of love
thanks pat,the side of love nobody talks about i guess
ron parrish
You're welcome. It was a
You're welcome. It was a pleasure to read and comment on.
thanks again
thanks again
ron parrish