Tag: Midnight

  • A Thousand Knives

    I’f only I was that birthmark
    On the left side of your chest
    I’d humming to your heartbeat
    If only I was that anklet
    That I remember you always wore
    I’d keep admiring you from below
    If only I was that teddy bear
    That you cuddled tightly every night
    You’d’ve all the warmth that you’d want
    But the same shoulder I gave you to cry on
    Also bore the weight of your coffin dead on
    This pain still cuts like a thousand knives
    I’ll always miss us

    KJβœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Missed Call

    Dying is an art
    Like everything else
    I do it exceptionally well
    I do it so it feels like hell
    I do it so it feels real
    It will take me a lifetime
    Yet no time at all
    I guess you could say
    I do have a call

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