A word

Every single word, means every single thing
To me

For more than just the moment
You say that single word

A kiss is a promise
A touch is a word

And that word
Means every single thing

Every single thing

Every single thing

To me


Every single look, means every single thing
To me

For more than just lust
I said that single word

A kiss is a lie
A touch is a lie

And that lie...
...it is what I expect

Every single time

Every single time

EVERY single time.

Poetry

So, here's the thing
With poetry
It no longer means that much to me.

Or is that the way
I want it to be?

I know it means less to you
You made it clear
I understood

You read

You read

You turned away

You read

And turned away

Life goes on

Fuck we're all so busy.

So fucking busy

Too busy to care

Oh, that doesn't rhyme

I'm supposed to rhyme

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

It started so well

Turned to hell

(Fuck yes, I can rhyme. Any time. So fine. On time. Be mine. Bitch... It rhymes)



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