stain by buttercup
published on
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I’m fond
Of loving so freely
It’s what I was designed
to be
By nature I crave
To know what you need
But who could ever commandeer,
When the corners creek?
It’s almost as if
You couldn’t give
a damn what I bleed
It’s almost as if
Though heavy handed
The ink didn’t stain as well as you dreamed
I’m tortured
To practice as you preach
Voices in voices out of
tethered dreams
Im burdened
To sway upon your breeze
How could i find a way
Out of your reach
It’s almost as if
You couldn’t give
a damn what I bleed
It’s almost as if
Though heavy handed
The ink didn’t stain as well as you dreamed.