Created on purpose
Give me a kiss and I'll give you a prize
While I grow as a Harlot in stature & size
I knew who you were
when you weren't who you are.
That ring on my finger has now left a scar.
A sniff, a cough and a little shot-
I'll meet you in the parking lot.
You tear & you fuck & you're wasting your time
your tongue's in my ear and I'm paying no mind
The moon and the stars and the heavens above
know all about coping with love
Fair Paris and all her fame
are going straight into my vein
That was pathetic, I'm taking a break
While I healthily miss your familiar ache
I miss you gripping me hard as you can,
You're as needy in sleep as I can stand
You stay and you wait as I'm spending your dime
Your heart's in my hands and I pay it no mind
Sweet July and all our shame
are chemically inside my brain
I pray and I wait while you're doing your time.
My life's in your hands and you pay it no mind.










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Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.
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