By the guppy
Date: 24 February 2000
powder break
love lost in a bathroom stall
i was heaving at the sounds of it all
how heartache could come so quick
making makeshift do the trick
it was a joke
nobody laughed
somebody coughed
and cracked the mirrors
it wasn't near us
so nobody had to to cry
it didn't turn the floors to the crimson shades of why
no blood was thrown
nothing anybody owned
was damaged
and the savage seemed dreamlike with his curse
it was the worst
it was the opus of the angel choir
who turned away to admire
the shades of arden
hearts are hardened in a beat
tap it with your hands, my man
you can't pretend to understand
the reasons for it all
how can you call charades
with blades half-drawn
the subject of
some threat that you declare as love?
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