I've planted you a garden

November 23, 2020

I’ve planted you a garden

In my heart.

And it’s quite unfair ,

The size of the place I’ve given you there.

I’ve ripped you out in blinding pain ,

Dirty nails , lust and Shame ,

I scream and rip you out of me .

Watering these dead flowers with my tears.

I’ll rip you out ,

Get out of here

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