Slops against the side of the bucket
He wont be trusted
Though he says he loves you
He's rough.
Gives away his trade
With his peace offering.
You take it out of pressure
You're hooked.
He's not right.
Your not right.
Together, not right.
End it.
Shakes with anger
Not his own body.
Demands it all back
And more.
"Go home and cry!"
So I do, knees to chest
Bogged down in debt
I cannot return.
There's no such thing as a free gift
So I guess I have to pay.
7 years ago
4 comments:
Truth. But sometimes the only cost is accepting the gift.
I dunno if your title has improved.
Heh. I like it. But i dont think i'll keep it for much longer. I'ts not a stayer.
I've heard that before.
Doesn't make it less true.
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