Boys with replaceable toys.

January 18, 2011
By SierraWilkerson SILVER, Old Hickory, Tennessee
SierraWilkerson SILVER, Old Hickory, Tennessee
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Boy your cruel, you really are. . I thought this would only scratch but I’m starting to scar.
I remember brown eyes and melted honey stormy nights and how you always were funny.
I remember winter and leather jackets and kisses in rain...Now all my memories are coated in pain.
Boy you’re cruel, time will only tell... How once I walked in heaven now I’m swimming through hell
I guess it took me a while to see through your disguise, your halo fooled me but your horns made me wise.
I remember tuxedos and laughter and nights full of desire, but I found the warmth in my heart was really just fire.
Boy you’re cruel, the cruelest of them all, I wish I wouldn’t have jumped...i should have known you'd let me fall.
I remember your bed and the touch of your skin and how amazing it was to live in sin.
Here’s to you cruel boy, you won the fight but I’m the one who can sleep at night.


The author's comments:
He broke my heart. And i told my notebook of my pain </3

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