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Songs for Hearts in Repair

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By Chick OrlandoPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

This feels impending, this feels like doom

Like a helicopter passing overhead soon

I don't know what I swallowed I can't remember

But if it makes me love you, I'll love you forever

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Floorboards Creak I dare not speak I wrap white lies in black,

So not to wake nor stir nor shake the man with the crooked back

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I gave my blood to drown me, my passion to burn me I gave the secrets of my film

I did this so you'd never hurt me, you left crystals in my veins

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To be next best, to endlessly impress

To climb each ladder, to grow only sadder

To keep feelings aside, to stay locked inside

Knowing only to write, as day becomes night

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Keep the eve close, lose all hope

Knowing only to feel and to be

No one to share with, no one to care with

And certainly no one to see

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Floorboards creak I dare not speak for fear of waking up

The clock it ticks a needle pricks and it's not even nine o'clock

I'm deathly scared of the Deathly Hallows and I'd never tell a lie

But the moon is closed and predisposed to only say, goodbye

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Chick Orlando

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