By Timothy Susan Regan
My heart spills out missing you
Every day since you left has been so blue
My thoughts race faster than dale
I wish sometimes I was in hell
The cold steal reminds me of your heart
As it’s presses against my temple ready to start
My finger is on the trigger Ready to pull
Soon my head will be a little less full
The darkness of the day is analeptic
As I can pretend that you still like me
As the world stops spinning there’s nothing I can’t see
But the red of your lips turning away from me
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