I was an internet Diva, I heard you chase girls like that
It’s not in my mind baby, people have told me the fact
Of how insecure you are about not finding love
Of your killer track records that is still soaring above
It’s not in my mind baby, people have told me the fact
Of how insecure you are about not finding love
Of your killer track records that is still soaring above
I was there- maybe you loved me
But there is a difference between love and respect
You never saw my concerns.
For you,
I was just one of them.
And now I stand apart and watch.
Smile to myself at how naive those young girls are.
Same poems, same style, same charm, same magic.
But little do you know darling,
the Hunter gets killed as well.
TheHyperteen 
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…the hunter gets killed as well
the pain you thought was good
rains in your life too
beside my corpse,
your blood flows too
oh aren't we both equal now,
vulnerable, shivering, flowing in the dark river of our own making
The same river, oh, oh what we once used to call Love so fondly,
Flows carrying ominous black ooze, mixed with our broken and rotting dreams, fragments of the moments we had in the sunshine.
Lets submerge then, make the ravens happy
Oh my wounded love.
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And you're even better than me 😀
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