Morbid Whimsicality
By Sweet T Marie
Thu, 21 May 2020
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My heart’s a haunted house
But the only ghost is you.
Mend these broken bones
Then conjure us a home.
Cover up the past mistakes with a new fresh coat of paint.
The roof has a crack.
And the floorboards start to creak.
The rats began to scatter and squeak.
Where there once was love is now discontentment.
The effigies twist with scorn and resentment.
I wish to have a lobotomy on my brain,
So I may have you in my life once again.
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