Never have I ever been chosen
such picking petals: loves-me-not,
always ending up even;
ironic for someone who's odd
He’s so good at convincing people
how unfair to believe thy words-so-simple
“Mr. So-pure” forbade to touch
by min fingertips that bring grudge.
Proud of his ignorance,
seems like cause of my arrogance.
While his burden fell into quiescence
yet I hear it, so loud.
Those who are deaf will never get my nerve.
'Cause no one can, no one ever did.
One shall pick the dagger over me,
Not to be the hero but my enemy.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:45 AM UTC
Never have I ever been chosen
such picking petals: loves-me-not,
always ending up even;
ironic for someone who's odd
He’s so good at convincing people
how unfair to believe thy words-so-simple
“Mr. So-pure” forbade to touch
by min fingertips that bring grudge.
Proud of his ignorance,
seems like cause of my arrogance.
While his burden fell into quiescence
yet I hear it, so loud.
Those who are deaf will never get my nerve.
'Cause no one can, no one ever did.
One shall pick the dagger over me,
Not to be the hero but my enemy.
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