By ZoE
Date: 14 June 2000
Tea Bag
I saw your face
always
but never with the passion
I had today
and you
will pay
for me
and them
but you insist
on being
my friend
lover
friend
lover
lover
friend
whatever
you burn firey
like coal burning
like I had wanted
you to burn
without
those intentions
like the boy who I 1, 2, 3 into me
like the day light in Amsterdam
which I hear is infact the most beautiful
like the Spanish boy I dreamed up
he'd say
'te quiro en noche en mi triste cabeza'
but 4
is you
pulling the cobwebs from my head
and my disconnected speech patterns
so I can puncuate you with the proper
fuck
you
are the last step I can take
you were all pain
and no mercy
you see psychos
always get their way
a big spit
in your salty eyes
cold tea
no instead
you were the wet tea bag I threw out
my dead uranus
my dead slut
who'd kill me for a lay
and I mean kill me
in hell you can sin fairly
and I'll have nothing to say
on cloud 9
for you'll have nothing to give
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