Jun 2016
you:
humor used to disguise,
your vacuous lies,
a smile seemingly bright,
a knife stabbing my insides.
sarcasm used to disguise,
my wrung out insides,
chopped cropped lob,
cleansing me of your scorn.
me:
humor used to disguise,
your vacuous lies,
a smile seemingly bright,
a knife stabbing my insides.
sarcasm used to disguise,
my wrung out insides,
chopped cropped lob,
cleansing me of your scorn.
me:
read it either way, it makes more sense top to bottom tho
(23/Earth)
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