DAYLY Lost
Shes lost. She talks in third person, She commits an arson Of all that she felt towards you In malice. What else can she worsen She breaks her McPherson, Her palace And joys once accrued. My god, damn, shes lost. And if you accost her This time to defrost her, I bet you will scatter the glass. Shes cold. Her acts schizophrenic, But she tries to aim it At one and the only one spot In your chest. There remains a manic Vein of stir and panic Parade rest Makes her scalding hot. But inside shes cold. She quells her revolt, When, lo and behold, You withdraw your love as foretold. Shes here. Sorta kamikaze, Shes reaching her own z. Theres finally no one at stake, Except her. You are her fantasy. Her stressmarks get messy, Inept or Deliriously fake. But goddamn, shes here. She plays it by ear, Cause you re far and near, So close to cross her frontier. Im lost I am cold Im here Music, lyrics, keys reading by , daylypoetry
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