I regret
all the flowers I sent you
in my thoughts and I
regret every time
I acted like
a gentleman
every beast with long hair lies
I will be
forever lost in the stairwell
everything that thinks it’s
gentle is actually
cruel.
avoidance is my measure
I sing with razors
in my pocket, blooms
not for you
not for you
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 10:35 PM UTC
I regret
all the flowers I sent you
in my thoughts and I
regret every time
I acted like
a gentleman
every beast with long hair lies
I will be
forever lost in the stairwell
everything that thinks it’s
gentle is actually
cruel.
avoidance is my measure
I sing with razors
in my pocket, blooms
not for you
not for you
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