Dead men don't listen to reason
And it's only because they can't.
I've never seen 'Death' stop to listen
To a 'body' whose breath was scant.
I've bled like waterfalls- onto a page
Because I kissed a fool.
His beautiful lies were my medication,
But they sent my heart right back to school.
Now they stake my heart on purpose
Because they could not possess their own.
I only have one body
And it's heat I will not again loan.
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