Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 177
Under My Skin

You twist the knife
Under my skin with
Your beautiful hand.
I hate how you
Gotta be so damn
Perfect, to me.
And I can't figure it out,
I keep thinking of you,
But I've been convinced
That you're self-centered,
So why does your image
Spit into my mind so much?
This is getting to be
A bit too ridiculous!
What are these songs
That I keep playing?
Why am I listening
When I know it hurts?
And every single day
You keep twisting
That dagger underneath
My skin and it burns
Me so much, so deep inside.


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