Who I thought you'd be
Is not who you are
It skewers me.
Left to cook like meat on a stick
Leftovers that are never eaten
A flavorless piece of swine
Wrapped around miscellaneous produce
Eat me!
Eat me!
But I never will.
Keep in my fridge to eye
Watching as it molds...
...the skewer stays right in my heart
That once beat for you
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Who I thought you'd be
Is not who you are
It skewers me.
Left to cook like meat on a stick
Leftovers that are never eaten
A flavorless piece of swine
Wrapped around miscellaneous produce
Eat me!
Eat me!
But I never will.
Keep in my fridge to eye
Watching as it molds...
...the skewer stays right in my heart
That once beat for you
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