Many words passed by your lips
like pirates on a royal ship.
Sinking sails will always haunt you;
nauseous dreams in lakes of blue.
Once you said those plastic words,
my mind wandered, thoughts unheard.
Many fates rushed through my head,
none wishing that you were dead.
Just enough for you to fly
away so i can close my eyes
when i sleep, so i can dream
of different ways to make you scream.
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Catchy rhythym to your sadistic little piece here.
I especially like the last two lines ofthe last stanza.
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