Be still my heart.
Calm my head.
Become as useless to me as a white crayon.
Stop breathing.
Stop wanting.
I no longer wish control over you.
I'll hand over the reins to someone other.
Stop figuring.
Stop hurting.
Just give up, please.
It will be so much easier
on us both.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Marionette
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2 comments:
'become as usless to me as a white crayon' love it!
lol thank you! I always that those things were a waste of space in my crayon box.
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