"..she can bite her bottom lip all she wants.."
Clocks were lying face down on the floor
she took my hand and ran through my insecurity as if it were an open door
past that place I used to hide and past, I dont need to go there anymore
on my knees before happiness I beg for her consideration
tired of being pimped out by grief like I was her whore
...starving and out of breath I bite what was forbidden
picking the apple from a tree growing in dry land
refreshed, full and new I'll start again
no longer afraid to walk I get off my hands and knees and run.
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maybe I'll add to it maybe I wont..I like it, its one of the first things I've written that I actually like.
she took my hand and ran through my insecurity as if it were an open door
past that place I used to hide and past, I dont need to go there anymore
on my knees before happiness I beg for her consideration
tired of being pimped out by grief like I was her whore
...starving and out of breath I bite what was forbidden
picking the apple from a tree growing in dry land
refreshed, full and new I'll start again
no longer afraid to walk I get off my hands and knees and run.
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maybe I'll add to it maybe I wont..I like it, its one of the first things I've written that I actually like.