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Never Mine


If memory serves me
You were always unkind
Torturous kind of lover
That controlled my mind
Had to hold the keys
To love, space, and time
If memory serves me
I was yours, but you
You were never mine
You almost robbed me
Almost robbed me blind
Wicked kind of woman
Who broke my stride
Had to hold the…

Paper Walls


My mouth is filled with blood
From biting my tongue
On all the thousands of words
That my lack of bravery
Will never allow to be heard
The metallic taste slowly invades
The senses and overwhelms
The fragile, false calmness that
I’ve built up from within
Temperamental like paper walls
That whimper and dissolve
Pathetic strength that quivers
In all its true colors of weakness