A winding path of blackened tears
Shaped into angered fears

A straight look of insanity
As taken over the sane me

A curved word of cruelty
As taken over as you can see

A curled strand of torn down string
Seems to be my latest thing

A perfectly shaped, painted smile
Seems to be the newest style

A mishapen glance of loving grace
As taken over my angered face

The one thing I thought could never be
If only you would somehow love me
 
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