Fake Nail PrintsI'm writing this poem with drops of my blood bleed from a heart that was squeezed dry from love. So take this dried-up heart full of regret, use it to sponge up from your forehead sweat you've poured while trying to understand how my love could be in such high demand. It's not my fault you live with your eyes closed. Must be hard to walk that narrow line, the one that leads you to the right road. Have you considered lightening your load? Shrugging off all your toils and going free living your life the way it's meant to be. That mask you wear must be causing a rash wFake Nail Prints
Heart of stoneI have followed your rules for way too long forgetting myself and how to be strong. You need to stop force feeding me these lies that make me choke. Don't look me in the eyes and think I don't see who you really are. You're a sore I've sustained leaving a scar that you won't let heal. And my bleeding heart was what you wanted from the very start. Sometimes I wish I was the fish you picked out of the sea. This poem will not convict you; your heart has become too hard for that. And one day that same heart will lay you flat on your face. Then we'll see which heart's bleedingHeart of stone
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