your non-existent arms
By to love a psycho
cruelty to one as another
while feeling ugly when you're at your best
sleeping while not being able to
is a miracle
compliments are meaningless
as is every single thought
they were all lies
to place you in comfort
where it didn't exist
pillows are hard
and love is dead
while you sleep in each others arms
you wish it could go on forever
when really it didn't start
specifications were never met
contemplations heavy set
an albatross to carry on your back
a stone to roll uphill
is what life is to me
it is what you lack
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© 2006 To love a psycho
Published on Tuesday, April 11, 2006.
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On Tuesday, April 11, 2006, The Crimson Queen
(918) wrote:
"pillows are hard and love is dead" I would say thats the saddest line in the whole poem, I actually felt the words strike my heart.