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my home is a stone prison
with mold
on the walls.
my mother didn't buy me the sweater
i wanted
at hot topic
and now i am colder than
frozen glass.
she said there were
too many holes
but i think
the holes
were in
her heart.
she bought her lapdog
a sweater
and he is warm
in her heart
the sweater is pink
to match her pink heart
except its a boy dog
and i think he looks gay.
the wind blows on the storm of love
and the acid rain burns my rose.
the emptiness reminds me of the dark time
i was broken.
my wings
are broken.
by me and mal
(a similar thing happened to her today so she really knows how i feel.)
with mold
on the walls.
my mother didn't buy me the sweater
i wanted
at hot topic
and now i am colder than
frozen glass.
she said there were
too many holes
but i think
the holes
were in
her heart.
she bought her lapdog
a sweater
and he is warm
in her heart
the sweater is pink
to match her pink heart
except its a boy dog
and i think he looks gay.
the wind blows on the storm of love
and the acid rain burns my rose.
the emptiness reminds me of the dark time
i was broken.
my wings
are broken.
by me and mal
(a similar thing happened to her today so she really knows how i feel.)