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postcard material
My walls bleed the need
For some whore who’s good at providing company.
There’s a noose in every corner in every color.
We won’t die for our dignity but we will die for fashion
Because fucking is just making love without the passion.
All winter long I’ve dragged my heart through broken glass
Misery, sold for free, intoxicates me like a poisonous gas
This morning I looked into the mirror and saw a ghost
It was postcard material at the most
I’ll send you my dull, leaking heart wrapped
in all those pretty words you said to me
I’m am a giant inside a dying giant trapped
in all those fancy lights you showed to me
My smile looks a lot like a fist of the man that beats his wife
My spine looks a lot like a forgotten highway that has no life
It’s bland in this wasteland of dying Americans in other countries
You asked me to paint you something pretty and all I could think of
Was the way you said “you’re wasting your time, I don’t believe in love”
man that was some good shit. I especially loved the lines about the giants and your smile/spine.I love it, the title drew me in and the words kept me there. Keep it up! and post me when you add new stuff