i see her.
she looks splendid.
i always loved denim on her.
then i see myself.
misshapen, cracked at all the right places.
who did this to me?
then i see her
and i want to reach out
but she doesn't need to be saved anymore.
i already did my time.
me - scraggly, unshaven, sober
and looking for someone to ****
someone used to temper me.
this i know.
when the whirlwind comes to me,
it will proceed.
'cause it sees i have nothing to lose.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
i see her.
she looks splendid.
i always loved denim on her.
then i see myself.
misshapen, cracked at all the right places.
who did this to me?
then i see her
and i want to reach out
but she doesn't need to be saved anymore.
i already did my time.
me - scraggly, unshaven, sober
and looking for someone to ****
someone used to temper me.
this i know.
when the whirlwind comes to me,
it will proceed.
'cause it sees i have nothing to lose.
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