perhaps my heart is black
but after this i remember why i choose to be coarse.
the night was cold; you made me colder
and colder still. i shouldn't have had to turn on the light
or listen to your words while staring into the dark,
wishing to reverse the clocks to never awaken your unwanted hunger
and advances that only make me more bitter
and unbelieving that out there is something sweet
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC
perhaps my heart is black
but after this i remember why i choose to be coarse.
the night was cold; you made me colder
and colder still. i shouldn't have had to turn on the light
or listen to your words while staring into the dark,
wishing to reverse the clocks to never awaken your unwanted hunger
and advances that only make me more bitter
and unbelieving that out there is something sweet
yeah idk i'm just really upset about the ride home from the dance last night
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