Poetry

Sixteen Minutes and Thirty Eight Seconds

written by: GrenadeJumper

i make wishes
on first kisses
and hope for the best
i take my chances
on last dances
until i have none left
and i'm holding
onto my breath
and these graveyards will pass
i'm a hopeless
romantic
but i keep my heart in my chest

i've been counting
these white lines
for far too damn long
and all these lines that
i wrote down
well, they all came out wrong
my pen is
a weapon
so are my heart and my tounge
and i promise
i'll hurt someone
before this song is done

so don't think you meant
anything more to me
cause this is all i've got to say

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