By Arcassin Burnham
This Love,
Wouldn't last if you had a chance,
But chances and luck run out don't they,
They laugh behind your back don't they,
Criticize and confuse don't they,
Try to keep you amused don't they,
Stabbing at your flesh with the other patch of lies don't they,
I know I'm a bit hypocritical to this,
They'll never let you go,
If I sacrifice this,
I know I'm a asshole at times,
But I have a bad past experience,
Living for the moment,
But the moment seems far to late,
This love was never alive,
Muddy shoes,
Quicksand,
Won't you drown in it,
Gold eyes,
Wrist bands,
I don't condone in it.
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