The 2 A.M Writer

Eros Imploded

You come with teary eye

You burned me

But yet I\'m as dry as stone

And twice the gray

Your bridge burned and now you\'re fleeing

Asking me for the savior 

Yet if it never was sparked

Would you have come running to me?

I was once your angel

Your one to love and play with

Your puppet for weeks

Now the string is sniped, and the feelings melted

What is to forgive?

All my feeling burned and eroded

I slept in dirt under your deceit

But now I\'ve risen thorn bush

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Taking back your space