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I just know exactly what it feels to hold guilt.
Right when I turn to you
eyes hurten, throat grasping for air.
How dare you betrayed me
no substance I'm my own excuse for my abscence.
I' ma lover, not a fighter,
I said it all the time,
Keep smiling, push through, ignore it,
I didn't even realize,
That wading through life like this was the fight,
Checked in the mirror, but I looked fine
Your Cathedral Sized Heart
By PUNCH May 2014
PERHAPS A thought
of never seeing you again
found me reaching for this pen
White washed walls
orange groves
basement halls
hidden coves
all these places
hand in hand
we played our hearts out
departed land
And in this dream world
I am not lost
I go to sleep waiting to dream
To get away from life everything seen
Fighting each other they love what they see
That's what they want beg and bleed for some feed
Oh well I'll just start slanging some weed
The city of L.A
What’s so wrong about it you might say
Hollywood, Beverly Hills, the fame
No, it’s not all the same
What you see there is just an illusion
But nothing has come to a real conclusion
