I Bleed Words Sometimes

Mock me

Love cages you, cuts your wings and then sets you free. Laugh at the irony. Laugh hard.

Crawl back, into your prison.
That's where you'll survive.
That's where you'll die.
A slow, accepted, death.

This entry was posted on October 19, 2012 by . It was filed under Uncategorized .

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