I thought you were the exception
To my curse of sour apples
It didn't take me long
To notice a difference
The lack of affection
The absences
The sacred crimson
Of which we were bound
Meant nothing to you
You loathing brute!
You thief!
You came in like a phantom
And out like a March wind
Did you ever think about me?
About my love for you?
All these things I think of
As I think back on you...
Salty, bitter tears
To end sweetness
With another hateful word
All because of you...
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
I thought you were the exception
To my curse of sour apples
It didn't take me long
To notice a difference
The lack of affection
The absences
The sacred crimson
Of which we were bound
Meant nothing to you
You loathing brute!
You thief!
You came in like a phantom
And out like a March wind
Did you ever think about me?
About my love for you?
All these things I think of
As I think back on you...
Salty, bitter tears
To end sweetness
With another hateful word
All because of you...
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