| date to drown last three months of pretenses (false friendship) covered up with black lace and flesh coloured padding inside modern corsets protecting modern hearts scratches all the way up your arms wearing sleevless shirts in the middle of winter does no harm there is no point in hiding things you need not explain we've a date to drown ourselves "why the fuck not" "whatever" "i never cared what they said" but i do, i always did hiding behind non-conformism playing in a shade box, like sand "do you think im a whore?" do i really need to ask? time undoes itself as i chain smoke cuban cigarettes and wait for my world to implode 02/03/27 back |