Little more than listless guests,
we play the game I-need-you-less.
Discord, missed turn, second guess;
things are different. Bitter? Yes.
Weary, naked– I'll confess;
you drew your hooked line through my chest
so meet me in your battledress
and if your blade finds tender flesh,
I swear that with my dying breath
I'll say * "I won. I need you less."*
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 7:06 AM UTC
Little more than listless guests,
we play the game I-need-you-less.
Discord, missed turn, second guess;
things are different. Bitter? Yes.
Weary, naked– I'll confess;
you drew your hooked line through my chest
so meet me in your battledress
and if your blade finds tender flesh,
I swear that with my dying breath
I'll say * "I won. I need you less."*
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