Coy Melodramatic


Mine


The choice of mine
will destroy mine
i love them which shall i choose
mine will fight for me
mine poison me with love
they sink their teeth into my heart
mine play the cruelest on each other
shead blood and flesh for the heart
mine will soon perish
for what they have chosen will destroy mine
mine disappear alone with tears in their eyes
and come back pale and bloody
losing faith in mine
until i choose they will fade away
into the darkness pale and bloody
i know mine are stronger than that
they will fade but still be a ghost
i will see my love for mine is unbreakable
i will choose...
mine
and they will always be mine

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013

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