The photo album stands open
Pages strewn about the blood-stained floor
Young faces, paper smiles
Scratched out with the razor
Such purgery
We were friends, once...
Lovers even
But like the tides
I drew away from you
Not to say you didn\'t carry away a part of me
Tucked safely beneath your arm in butcher\'s paper
Supper,
For one
I wonder, will it taste bitter?
Land on the back of your tounge and dissolve into a rusty sensation
I wish i could say \"Die\"
But I dont care enough to see you smile
So I sit here and destroy your memory
Picture by picture
The years slip away
Out of my hands into a red abyss















Comments
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"the future ain't what it used to be"-yogi berra
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It's the new phase, new wave,
Dance craze, anyways,
It's still rock and roll to me.
"I wonder, will it taste bitter?
Land on the back of your tounge and dissolve into a rusty sensation..."
wow, that line stood out to me
sometimes i wonder what would happen, if love were to end. i know how i reacted the first time. what about the second? the third? would it be the same?
heartbreak is the bitterest of all experiences, the most painful.
sounds like you're angry, and you've portrayed that emotion very well here.
great work.
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Vic
-rachel
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