The Creek Bed

August 31, 2016
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Love isn't a word that applies to me

When the monsters inside leave me breathless so I can't speak

You saw my monsters and you held me closer

But now you're broken and your love won't carry over

My sharp edges cut you to bits

And now no matter where you go you never seem to fit

I want to say I'm sorry but I lost my chance to speak

When you drowned me in your tears

In this bed you made a creek

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