Thursday, 21 January 2016


I wish you were
The stupid milk toothed child
That played knots n crosses
On the last page of an innocent notebook.
I wish you wore
The morals of a superhero
That we all adored in days
Of simple troubles and nights of psychedelic sleep.
I wish you laughed
With me at our common enemies
That made me cry or made you
Cry and we gently  promised
We would rip their guts.
I wish you didn't mean it
With your eyes and your veins
And a twisted lip
That you hate me so purely
Murderous, venomous
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