I've planted you a garden

 

I’ve planted you a garden 

In my heart.

And it’s quite unfair , 

The size of the place I’ve given you there.

I’ve ripped you out in blinding  pain ,

Dirty nails , lust and Shame ,

I scream and rip you out of me . 

Watering these dead flowers with my tears. 

I’ll rip you out ,

Get out of here

 

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