One man’s trash is another man’s Ash
- March 08, 2018
- RosesAtSunset
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Maybe it's just me, but I think the dick sucking part was the key to that relationship.
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some one fell down deep in the ground when he said the deer is hear
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some one fell down deep in the ground when he said the deer is hear
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oh she likes money interesting what else she like
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oh she likes money interesting what else she like
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Ouch. This is a harsh, but effective poem.
"one man's fine art is another's black velvet painting.
That lawyer sounds like a real . . . lawyer.
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I draw marigolds
And let them curve
Between the folds
Watch the rooms in a city
Dressed up in finery
Always dark
Or always curtained
Let me peek between the times
The good the glad and the lost souls
Listen to your laugh
And let it explode
Tiny knives that disappear
Marking the soul beneath the skin
Listening in
Living in the present
Dragging out the peasants
Listening to your smile
As I rip my heart from my throat
And force it into your eye socket
So you can see the damage
You did to me
I could break into your old house and smash your dads shit
I could send all the chicks you like pictures of your diseased dick
But all I do is try to be present and good and kind
As I try to swallow down the fact that you’ll never be mine
I don’t know how to let people go
But I swear I’m learning
One day at a time
I need some new friends
And I promise to make the time
You couldn’t handle my worst
But neither could I
I needed you to make my heart work
And now my life is a faint squiggly line
I know you’re happy in that big city you moved to
I just hope you remember the girl who used to sing to you
And never wore make up
Because she didn’t care what she looked like
When she thought she was already loved
The girl who wore the same 2 pairs of tights
And never wore a bra
And smoked too much weed
And too many cigarettes
Her car was full of trash and still is
And she was always late
But she brought you flowers every week
And always sucked your dick
But I guess I didn’t care who you were
And I guess you didn’t either
And now you’re a big shot lawyer in a big city with a fat bank account
And I guess I don’t fit into that
And I’m trying to move on
But the betrayal weighs heavily on my heart
And I don’t have anyone I can talk to
We’re just a buncha cells fuckin anyway
Why the fuck you gotta call me bae
If I had your baby in a toilet
I’d flush