Hotter than 1887
Question my existence
Like she did while I was
In her womb
Silence stings more than a stab
I wish I knew
What happens in your head
But hey
I've forged this path before
Made friends with the crows
That ate all the crumbs
chased you till you came home
Tail between your legs
Sweat laced last kisses
And numbed out eyes
I will love you always
Wish you let me in
But the truth is I only felt better
Out of your presence
Guess we'll never know
Slowly but surely doesn't win
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