
He and I, like splitting souls
like a child in woods, crazy and deep
I like to write and sing
like a kite in the purple sky
he like a poker face with secrets inside
showing the world how untouched he is
I know he likes the poems I read
I am like air, shapeless and blind
and he is trynna make me his fine art
Cigarettes and drinks have not touched my taste
But he got me addicted to his pretty face
He burns the love stories and laughs at emotions
I collect them like an album keeping them all inside
He is in another world that is not mine
But tho he keeps me tied under his dark peeping smell
He is invading me piece by piece
Changing my dreams and making my heart bleed
Suffocating me with his smile
He is the reason why am I alive
I tried to run and climb the stairs
But he dragged me down in the world of toxic players
He ch
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