I'm bashful,
I'm broken-
hearted,
I'm born to do this-
die like this-
with every twist,
every flourish,
every blister-
are you burning, Amber?
Sore nose with a corkscrew in it-
the holes you bore-
I'm boring.
mundane-
remaining unnamed
because boys are all different yet none of them stay very long-
for the shame of it-
*hot shame, burning amber-
are you burning, Amber?* -
oh, if it wasn't for the shame of it!
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
I'm bashful,
I'm broken-
hearted,
I'm born to do this-
die like this-
with every twist,
every flourish,
every blister-
are you burning, Amber?
Sore nose with a corkscrew in it-
the holes you bore-
I'm boring.
mundane-
remaining unnamed
because boys are all different yet none of them stay very long-
for the shame of it-
*hot shame, burning amber-
are you burning, Amber?* -
oh, if it wasn't for the shame of it!
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