Hayla Weisz

Sweetheart,
your sweet is sweet
like your bitter's hard
I don't sleep,
I kicked that habbit, it hurt my feet

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Small cats
and choclate chips
and all the sweet things life can bring
oh, you
on the tip of my tongue always showing me where I belong
and everything tastes like you

I know I can get out of
this horror house I'm haunting
No one keeps me here,
it's me under this pillow I am pressing down

Hand tide,
I wrote u since before I knew you exist
so what,
I miss you and I still don't know who I miss