Ville Vanity Poems

You're shallow like the low tide shoreline,
but my hopes were never quite that high.
You left me with a scar, and simply walked away.
I knew I saw it coming, I'm just not that great.
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In the end, and all is said and done
at the end of the fight, can we even say who won?
My mind is shattered and scattered across your battlefield,
my sanity is strewn through the fingers of your dead soldiers.
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The Moon has risen on its own,
we're all we've got left.
Your voice takes on a whole new tone.
You have a new craving, a new obsession.
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The only words I've said since I met you,
are cold and unyielding, the meaning only grew.
I can't speak with passion, or with a cause.
Every word burns my lips, and leaves me gasping.
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We don't need your wicked weapons,
our war is not with someone like you.
I hate every words she speaks, and
every movement she makes. I want you,
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