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Everything has been completed

Things once held out of value, all depleted

Tried to peer through all of the barricades

Still reattaching pieces to this broken face

And I could write a million poems

I could give to you my heart, as a token

But what's the use

My heart you would only abuse

And the poems, they really don't matter

Just compilations of dreams that have shattered

And this person you keep referring to isn't me

The Cody you know, his head is caught under heavy debris

I fear he has gone away for good

In his mind, nothing is understood

You wrecked it all for him

Forcing me to take over from within

But don't worry I'll take good care

His nerves, they're under serious repair

As for you, I can't promise much

Sit and watch as your lies turn you into worthless dust

Published in Poetry

Comments (1)

Posted by Dirkin
05-07-2008 19:24,

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Man whoever this girl is she really did a number on you. On the plus side your writing some great poems!

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