The motions in
Scandals and sin
Just another trick,
Pain keeping score,while this
Heart lay bleeding upon this floor,
Why did she have to be such a whore?
As the useless tears
Tear my soul continue to pour ,
Flesh for sale , if the girl be poor,
Evil shrouds deaths infectious spores -
All existence , within all time,
Has of yet to find any cures,
Kickin devils with these spurs
Trust begins to curd ,
For all the unsaid words
I never heard ,
I said it once before,
a belief once preferred ,
Forever and always , never again to be detoured whilst fettered
Always say -
Fuck a bird ,
Bitches got some nerve ,
Saying loves for one,
And selling it up on the curb
Lessons learned
Then transferred
Straight to my hopeless romanticism
Hopeless
Being
The root word
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