burnt bridges, sore muscles, torn ligaments and open skulls
closed schools are but unusable tools
in times of distress
there is no time to stress
the weight of a dress
when man's woman won't caress
relation, passion becomes a mess
find your taste
bury your haste
the keepers of lost love
shall seal one's fate
Because when man loses face
he can no longer defend his case
no matter how much paste
the shoe won't tie
its lace
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
burnt bridges, sore muscles, torn ligaments and open skulls
closed schools are but unusable tools
in times of distress
there is no time to stress
the weight of a dress
when man's woman won't caress
relation, passion becomes a mess
find your taste
bury your haste
the keepers of lost love
shall seal one's fate
Because when man loses face
he can no longer defend his case
no matter how much paste
the shoe won't tie
its lace
safe unhappiness
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