Strung Out Poems - Poems about Strung Out

puppets on drugs pulling the trigger playing God mutual destruction touch of Evil, no strings attached...

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My heart Can’t say it’s over Just following Feelings Can’t understand why my heart still beats Heartache that’s strung out on love Love that was so so Red flags swaying in the wind Can’t say it’s over Heart only knows love and nothing more Stirring memories in the wind filling my head Bringing heartache and pain...

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No longer your puppet of regret Claustrophobic in this crowd All over town, it’s getting loud You want to bet? I’m not really upset No, Not just yet…yeah, not yet Snip off the ropes that tie me up so good…you understood where I stood So… Cut the strings of any regret Unravel the noose of never giving up, even if you’re very misunderstood Just.. Go. Hung… Low! Released… Like...

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spider web strung out geometrical design... golden ripe pear falls...

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my personal anesthetic I hurt when you are away I am flying when I am near you It isn't fair to give you that power yet I willing offer it once you look into my eyes you never asked for it yet you don't relinquish it you gently manipulate my heart to your whim you dream it and I do it I let you...

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I'm passed in an alley but the feeling doesn't hurt, I feel some kind of way because my shoes don't match my shirt, the tracks descend my arm to form a highway made of veins, I'd sell my soul for one more hit of you, addictive dame. My clothing bears the stains of where I've shot you...

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I'm passed in an alley but the feeling doesn't hurt, I feel some kind of way because my pants don't match my shirt, the tracks descend my arm to form a highway made of veins, I'd sell my soul for one more hit of you, addictive dame. My clothing bears the stains of where I've shot you...

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Round and round and round she goes when will she stop nobody knows cant she see her ship is sinking what the hell is she thinking all strung out on heroin the tracks on her arms I can tell how much the drugs have consumed her so hoolow so empty will she ver care...

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