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13melodramaticfool — Predictable
Published: 2011-02-18 23:48:05 +0000 UTC; Views: 170; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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Today I went through hell and to my soul again.I find it easier to count the days I have slept,
than the million nights I wrapped as your birthday gift.
I wrote 10 hundred words as an story to kill time while the train I searched for the heart symbol in the compass.
But I still find you predictable, the way you shoot me with sarcasm, the way your hands are slow when it comes to searching my wrist to stop my fists when I get mad.
I've memorized the tone of your voice when you ask for help.
And you still don't teach yourself to stand and put a fight,
the way your hair moves creeps me when the air steals your aroma,
and last night I gave you my poem and you turned it into the copy of your life.
