We’re puppets ruled by the skies,
dancing into the heavens
at the end of the dark night.
Killed by the sun, woken by a beam,
love is nothing but a ticking bomb.
Driving or hitchiking,
crashing into the same windshield.
I loved you for another;
you never existed.
When you punch things in,
and consciousness attacks,
I’m a line on the other end
screaming, “Notice me more than
you’re letting yourself.”
Beyond immorality, always selfish,
in between the friction of human desires.
Fear and tongues don’t mix
when you could do the work.
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- Crash Love by PersephoneInWinter.
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Comments
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I like it, but I don't understand the ending. good job.
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knight should be night. unless you intended it to be that way.
i really like the first stanza. after that, it goes a bit downhill.
and where did you get the title from?
overall pretty good, could use a bit of editing though.
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Haha, yeah thanks. I'll change that.
I don't think I got the title from anywhere.
Mmhmm, thanks! =)
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