Little Miss Giving
Death is not an option
like it was when I was young,
But that old familiar noose
still ties a knot around my tongue.
Strangling the letters
to all the words I wish to speak,
So I’ll hide these seeds of reason
within a kiss upon your cheek.
In hopes that it will bloom
into the dream we had before,
You said you were crazy then,
but sweetheart, that's what love is for.
I’m tied by a billion vines in your mind
to the edge of this beautiful wreck,
As your pendulum of indifference
settles just before my neck.
Paranoia coats my search for truth
and the demons in your head,
Oh how I wish you would kill them all
and just come back to bed.
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