Paper doll, my paper cuts, it’s all a cheap deception; body wrapped in vines, you try to tear out my infection. Pour gasoline on low esteem, there’s fire in your eyes; I burn my throat to breathe you in, so I tell you, tell me lies. Drunk off my tears, baby taste the gloom I swallow. Boy of blue, surrender now, your promises are hollow. In between my blood-stained sheets, hey, can you hear me now? Claw my plastic doll parts, throw my ashes on the ground. Massacre my bones, bruise my skin your shades of blue. Tell me, tell me lies, because I can’t handle the truth. Let’s paint white roses red because you had me at goodbye. I love the way your heart breaks and I hate the reasons why. I hear, I hear sirens as you crawl my stairs to heaven. Til death do us part, my sick phantom of obsession. Lost in broken reveries, amnesia of seduction; paper doll, my paper cuts, the king of her destruction.
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Oh really? I had no idea! Thanks for letting me know!!
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Welcome, now you know 😊
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I love this poem. Great to read your work again!
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Thank you so much!!
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my pleasure!
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Amazing work from Coke Whore Hippie
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Coke Whore Hippie
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Thank you so much 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed!
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Great writing, intense!
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Thank you 🙂
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Wow! it left me speechless, very moving and kind of scary!
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Reblogged this on I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed..
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Purposefully came back on here to see what have written, ended up blogging myself. A year ago I mentioned I almost rap your writing, there is an excellent lyrist in you. Grab a guitar. I have to say it’s quite nice you aren’t just churning out work but it’s obvious you draw from your own life experiences as they happen. Thanks.
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Thank you so much for coming back to read! I appreciate your feedback, haha I’ll take your advice and try it with the guitar
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