I wrote everything down,
But there was not ink in my pen,
So you're begging me to repeat,
Everything I just said.
And I'm telling you everything,
But I cry at the end,
Now you want to reach over,
But you don't want to do this again.
And to every broken girl on the floor,
Bleed your fucking hearts out,
And to every needy boy out there looking for more,
This is what its all a fucking bout.
It's 11:11 and I made my wish.
I sealed it with a kiss,
I pulled on my coat,
And I walked away from all of this...
What do ya think?
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Im sorry
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Like a punch in the throat, in a good way. I love this. Walking away is a virtue, sometimes. Enough said.
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Woah, this is excellent! Very very real...I can see it and feel it. The first two stanzas, I feel frustration, sheer frustration. The third is really good, the form changes a bit and I almost heard it as a song - would make a great lyric. The last stanza is fantastic. I actually felt you depart. Well done.
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