March 04th, 2013
honeymoon
the storybook from hell continues, the wind of expedience turning the pages for the desperate. a bloody face that swam a mile in her pants but never walked a step in her shoes, a care-free convention and a dumb bet under speed on whose soul would hold out longest against the ceaseless vow to lose. she’s not stupid, she is honestly in the dark. out of respect, i never would have subjected her to that proposition. it was a day-to-day revision of hot sentiments. circumstance calls the tune of the day and i’m left with her fair deal and power moves. i’m waking from the nightmare to find her truth. so-long comrade. there is no gloating over a bet won when a soul is caught. freedom is just another word for a cynical pull of the zipper.
the storybook from hell continues, the wind of expedience turning the pages for the desperate. a bloody face that swam a mile in her pants but never walked a step in her shoes, a care-free convention and a dumb bet under speed on whose soul would hold out longest against the ceaseless vow to lose. she’s not stupid, she is honestly in the dark. out of respect, i never would have subjected her to that proposition. it was a day-to-day revision of hot sentiments. circumstance calls the tune of the day and i’m left with her fair deal and power moves. i’m waking from the nightmare to find her truth. so-long comrade. there is no gloating over a bet won when a soul is caught. freedom is just another word for a cynical pull of the zipper.
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