it is the ides of march
and i might not be caesar but
i want to be stabbed
******* **** me
and bury me in a cerulean lake
alone and cold and kissed
saddened by the puckers of a watercolored paper
and emptied by a lovers hollow email
telling me goodbye
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
it is the ides of march
and i might not be caesar but
i want to be stabbed
******* **** me
and bury me in a cerulean lake
alone and cold and kissed
saddened by the puckers of a watercolored paper
and emptied by a lovers hollow email
telling me goodbye
