A metaphor for your uselessness
I'm tired of your love
You can't be real
A mirage
A nightmare of damp corners
A lonely night spent on a rooftop
A song built on lies and false chords
A metaphor for my uselessness.
The end.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
January 16th, 2009
Poem by bamboo boy at 8:47 PM
Labels: angels, poem, relationships, ripped tights
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