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[androidheart]

It stings and bites
worse yet, week to week
where my Ghostly fingertips
long again for your sallow cheek

I couldn't if I dared
and I wouldn't, as I've tried
to look beyond something like "You and I"
where I could sing,
with a Broken guitar string
and a heart to match
a girl that Lied
and never looked back

I want to quit,
and yet I can't
I want to sit,
and yet I shan't
bereft of former heart and soul
take what Remains and make me Whole
held against your chest
there is nothing else Left

Comments

[androidheart]

"Whoa"

What do you mean "Whoa"?

"Whoa, how could you be so rude to me?"

"Whoa, I am surprised that you are a human being capable of aggression, and not some sort of saccharine robot."

Yes, I apologize for snapping at you. It's not something I should be bothered by.

[complementing]

I mean, yeah, I was surprised, but I wouldn't go as far as calling you a saccharine robot...

and you don't have to apologize, since that WAS pretty rude of me, and I'm sorry again for it

I'm not sure what's upsetting you, but I genuinely want to help you if I can

[androidheart]

I never said that anything was upsetting me.

What did you think of the poem? It gives you the impression that I am sad?

[complementing]

[The lady doth protest too much.]

sad...and feeling hopeless, yeah

[androidheart]

Well

There you go.