a mere reminder of a good thing
but turned out good in itself
my mind traversed the ladder
in this prison of high shelves
and boy, was i doomed
for you can't marry a man you just met
but from across that very room
i ached to taste your cigarette
schemed it all until you noticed
my eyeliner and highwaist
soul shaken by the gyrodrop
when our eyes met in the hallways
you made me feel like twelve
in year twenty-two
cause in a vase full of roses
a lilac was you
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 10:54 AM UTC
a mere reminder of a good thing
but turned out good in itself
my mind traversed the ladder
in this prison of high shelves
and boy, was i doomed
for you can't marry a man you just met
but from across that very room
i ached to taste your cigarette
schemed it all until you noticed
my eyeliner and highwaist
soul shaken by the gyrodrop
when our eyes met in the hallways
you made me feel like twelve
in year twenty-two
cause in a vase full of roses
a lilac was you
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