The 2 A.M Writer

Yellow And Purple

Is it just another type of mix up?

Another one of those yellow eyed nights?

Grinding my teeth as I sleep, keeping me versatile

I will bend and break you as it does to me

I just hope you forgive my deeds

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Do your bones heal like mine?

Does your muscle get a stimulus from the pricking?

Watching me smile, clown nose and red teeth

You ask how do I lie through them

And I simply shrug

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God does she never make me happy

She only strokes the poison ivy that scabs my arms

When I make her stumble, she says she suffers

And then it\'s another red and sobbing eye lie

Purple eye to match my purple heart

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She sleeps with the noose around her conscience

Tightening around and edging the apnea

Will she wake up outside this swimming pool?

Basking in the sun, and then she wakes up

Only blinded by her fear of the door

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