My mouth's still sore
From the last time you kissed me there.
I'd tell you where I'm bleeding
But it's not like you'd care
To hear the words that gape from open wounds
The sentences form a bruise;
The blackest of the blue..
Even that
Won't change your point of view;
Down.
And I know when you're looking at me
It’s your perspective;
The way you see.
So stitch my lips when talk gets cheap
From all the secrets
That I can't keep..
You promised nights of dreamless sleep;
I drown in rooms
Of sleepless dreams
As sutures silence my insomniac screams...
... I'll wait for you to tear the seams..


(I really don't like the last two lines.. I may remove them and write more.. arg )

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