I am being constantly reminded
that,
'this is the dawning of the day'
and me
yawning like there's no tomorrow
I hate the radio that
sits
like a cameo
on the backstage of my life
and **** the teardrops too.
Too many flood tides.
I will drown again
in the repetition
of the constant pain
I will
drown again.
I eat Chinese for dinner.
She was the lotus,
a gossamer blossom.
all that's long ago
and before you were born
a thousand fortune cookies
under the bridge.
**** me or cure me,
but
can you be sure of me?
it's something that I
need to know.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
I am being constantly reminded
that,
'this is the dawning of the day'
and me
yawning like there's no tomorrow
I hate the radio that
sits
like a cameo
on the backstage of my life
and **** the teardrops too.
Too many flood tides.
I will drown again
in the repetition
of the constant pain
I will
drown again.
I eat Chinese for dinner.
She was the lotus,
a gossamer blossom.
all that's long ago
and before you were born
a thousand fortune cookies
under the bridge.
**** me or cure me,
but
can you be sure of me?
it's something that I
need to know.
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