I am the emotional ostrich that you have made.
You have bred me to hate
To trust no one of flesh.
Vain outlets you will never read.
The sun will never see itself rise.
You are a list of let downs
And post-its of false promise.
Compulsive like the moon
Spinning through everything and nothing.
You are the core of my being
And remain the sand in my ears.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
I am the emotional ostrich that you have made.
You have bred me to hate
To trust no one of flesh.
Vain outlets you will never read.
The sun will never see itself rise.
You are a list of let downs
And post-its of false promise.
Compulsive like the moon
Spinning through everything and nothing.
You are the core of my being
And remain the sand in my ears.
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