november you did me well
new love
or whatever people like to call it
new lust
spain or bust
i said
i like to think that it wasn't just a fling
maybe it meant something
but just for that moment
i felt special
necessary for an existence
air to your lungs
tattoes on a ****
dog hair on a rug
but as your eyes glaze away
i know the end is near
i give you all i have
expecting the worst
another one lost
another one found
you're just a product of your environment
a feeble boy unsure of the publics reaction
provoking a girl to write a **** poem
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
november you did me well
new love
or whatever people like to call it
new lust
spain or bust
i said
i like to think that it wasn't just a fling
maybe it meant something
but just for that moment
i felt special
necessary for an existence
air to your lungs
tattoes on a ****
dog hair on a rug
but as your eyes glaze away
i know the end is near
i give you all i have
expecting the worst
another one lost
another one found
you're just a product of your environment
a feeble boy unsure of the publics reaction
provoking a girl to write a **** poem
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