Misty Bubble
Please pop that misty bubble holding me in breaking me up I swirve away I try to go through directing from there I open my face lights spot nothing but the misty bubble not being my hair nor the raindrops falling down the knife in my side slowly pulling up shreiking I'm not holding inside is where I'm moulding taken me in never release and pull me out love me too much hate me over the limit pressure is too hard grasp my own last breath and I will break away. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 07:30 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Please pop..."