What we have is unexplainable
It's our razorblade romance
We hurt each other for our own
Enjoyment
I always think that you're
Sharing our romance with
Someone else
I know you never would
It's just that in my mind
Ideas are born in
Mysterious ways
When you don't call, and I
Don't see you
That's when I start to think
That our razorblade romance
means nothing to you
So I take my blade
++ To make a romance of my own++
If you don't care about us then
Why should I?
My blade kisses my wrists
Sweetly
Bringing no pain
I leave our romance behind
When you come back you tell
Me what you think about
Our romance
Everything I thought was false
It was just my own insecurities
With my last breath, my last kiss
I tell you I love you and I'll miss
Our razorblade romance
This poem was originally in a contest hosted by a friend..
Comments
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Damn girl
That was really good chicka...Maybe when I become more literate and able to think of good Ideas, I will be able to write better. Love you!
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no words to tell. this is deep in a way. wonderful though.
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