tasteless dreams

sleepless nights and a heart filled with love;
i numb my tastebuds with cigarettes and tasteless dreams;
life kills, sleeping is tiresome;
the heart wants what the heart wants.

he was the first to cry for my nightfrights;
when the thoughts are ugly,
and there is no room for the pretty;
sometimes it’s better not to think out
loud.

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