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Lovely Suprise My Dear
The cage inside your fucking heart
If only it caged me
Lock me away to become your possession
Isn't that what love is?
Just lift up your sleeve and show me your scars
The knife in my back wants to see proof
I wish I could show you mine
But
These letters I write are drawn from under my skin
Because I have more scars within
If only it caged me
Lock me away to become your possession
Isn't that what love is?
Just lift up your sleeve and show me your scars
The knife in my back wants to see proof
I wish I could show you mine
But
These letters I write are drawn from under my skin
Because I have more scars within
Published 14th Feb 2014
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14th Feb 2014 5:40am
Your synthesis of anger and compassion(?)/ or curiousity is very interesting. It's like your expression is always so dynamic and ambiguous. Albeit, confusing, but refreshingly provocative. Or I otherthink it, but whateverrr.
I think it comes from me wanting what I can't have, or maybe my misanthropy is showing. Either way, I'm very fluent in ambiguity and confusion. Thanks for the comment.
