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Your rose colored glasses make everything okay Until the shades blend and you're seeing red again There will always be a point where filters deliver their ***** backwash and you're left with the mess the elephant made in the corner of the room and he's rubbing your nose in it He's rubbing your nose in it I know I am only beer goggle beautuful A latex layer of desensitization to try and make our crash last longer And you see in hues of rising shades of deadly Miss my blushing so you don't realize how uncomfortable this is making me But you're smelling roses Feel the thorn's ***** but miss the blood on your hands Wonder why the roses suddenly smell so coppery Please let us learn how to peel back the layers Flay me like a whale on a boat-deck-cutting-board Pull me out of my element and peel back my skin while I am still begging you not to See me for who I am while I am at my most vulnurable writing poetry at 2 am when I should be sleeping A t-shirt over a lamp shade because I am afraid to sleep alone in the dark The door cracked so I can hear if my father falls again Sometimes silence scares me Sometimes it is all I want Right now it is so quiet There are no filters here Your rose colored glasses make everything okay Everything is not okay Flay me See me for who I am without any filters Then tell me you still love me
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:22 AM UTC
These Faulty Filters; or Flay me Honest (FLP)
Your rose colored glasses make everything okay Until the shades blend and you're seeing red again There will always be a point where filters deliver their ***** backwash and you're left with the mess the elephant made in the corner of the room and he's rubbing your nose in it He's rubbing your nose in it I know I am only beer goggle beautuful A latex layer of desensitization to try and make our crash last longer And you see in hues of rising shades of deadly Miss my blushing so you don't realize how uncomfortable this is making me But you're smelling roses Feel the thorn's ***** but miss the blood on your hands Wonder why the roses suddenly smell so coppery Please let us learn how to peel back the layers Flay me like a whale on a boat-deck-cutting-board Pull me out of my element and peel back my skin while I am still begging you not to See me for who I am while I am at my most vulnurable writing poetry at 2 am when I should be sleeping A t-shirt over a lamp shade because I am afraid to sleep alone in the dark The door cracked so I can hear if my father falls again Sometimes silence scares me Sometimes it is all I want Right now it is so quiet There are no filters here Your rose colored glasses make everything okay Everything is not okay Flay me See me for who I am without any filters Then tell me you still love me
First line donated by Nicole (Lady) Adams
jon-tobias
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:22 AM UTC
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