I've called u so many names. Non of which i choose to tame and say is mine.
If i ask myself why,
you should of realized long ago
your worth as much as a dime.
Though not my intention
this rhyme serves me well.
I hope to create in you some sort of infatuation,
keep on me your attention
for only a moment.
For after i grasp your breath
and lock your touch in my memory
you are to become my torment.
Thrown away, locked in my pouch,
as vulnerable as grass, u seem to just pass.
(stop the comment! i do not care)
pass through my life
as i riped you out of my heart.
Your voice (which i don't bare)
became a clean knife
i use to keep people apart.
Nuno.. keep the poise.
Do not lean any further.
For the abyss lies two feet away
and i am not keen
to see you at the end of this.
Oblivion. It's where i am. It's what you are.
I do not call you mine
for so many names only serve to pass time.
You were a waste of time...
I've called you so many names,
and this is what you became.
nccuco
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