It's not even worth my time
anymore to try and track
where the Rose is going to
grow when the thorns are
all I can harvest even
in the midst of a kiss.
The wind used to blow
a certain swirl that
made you my world
that now just makes my
stomach curl even when
you're genuine but
we know I'm Cyrano
and all he endured were
low blows and, oh my,
look at that nose,
even in the best pose
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
It's not even worth my time
anymore to try and track
where the Rose is going to
grow when the thorns are
all I can harvest even
in the midst of a kiss.
The wind used to blow
a certain swirl that
made you my world
that now just makes my
stomach curl even when
you're genuine but
we know I'm Cyrano
and all he endured were
low blows and, oh my,
look at that nose,
even in the best pose
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