What strange pride becomes me, whips me, wears me,
Parades as me within the sheets of a bed I don't belong to.
O, tongueless lovers that feed me words you can no longer taste,
Forgive me.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
What strange pride becomes me, whips me, wears me,
Parades as me within the sheets of a bed I don't belong to.
O, tongueless lovers that feed me words you can no longer taste,
Forgive me.