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Pre-ejaculation and speculation
We are the broken ones
the ones full of more love
than shit and
Romeo & Juliet would
Have cried if they could
see us now
I might as well have poisoned
You
With the lies and promises
of never-arriving tomorrow's
at least he
wasn't riddled
with
P r e e j a c I a t I o n
fuck it
We are the shotguns
rattling off in the dark
we are the
ones who didn't stop at
spectuation
"Inter-racial relationships can be
A problem, see..."
but I've never listened
to such rambles..
The person who has
my heart learnt how
to say 'I love you'
in another language
and it m e l t e d
me.
All you did was
poke fun...
All you did was
S p e c u l a t e
Your lot are
like this and
your lot do these things
But you got
Aaaaaaangryyyyyyyy
when others did it
Maybe it was
Your job to
Be a man who
abused what he
could never understand
Your foreign is prettier
than when your family
speak it
We were the beautiful
we were stardust in the sky
Can you read me Shakespeare
You have the accent for it
I'm not from Stratford-upon Avon
I do not have the accent
for it.
My mouth is
A prison of non-English insults
My mouth is the prism
Your cock couldn't explore
Your mouth is
Vitriolic Virginity
Loud, untouched
Unwavering.
--
Things I hoped
We would be
- together
-a family
- united
But my morals
cost more than
the poverty of
your indigo philosophies
the ones full of more love
than shit and
Romeo & Juliet would
Have cried if they could
see us now
I might as well have poisoned
You
With the lies and promises
of never-arriving tomorrow's
at least he
wasn't riddled
with
P r e e j a c I a t I o n
fuck it
We are the shotguns
rattling off in the dark
we are the
ones who didn't stop at
spectuation
"Inter-racial relationships can be
A problem, see..."
but I've never listened
to such rambles..
The person who has
my heart learnt how
to say 'I love you'
in another language
and it m e l t e d
me.
All you did was
poke fun...
All you did was
S p e c u l a t e
Your lot are
like this and
your lot do these things
But you got
Aaaaaaangryyyyyyyy
when others did it
Maybe it was
Your job to
Be a man who
abused what he
could never understand
Your foreign is prettier
than when your family
speak it
We were the beautiful
we were stardust in the sky
Can you read me Shakespeare
You have the accent for it
I'm not from Stratford-upon Avon
I do not have the accent
for it.
My mouth is
A prison of non-English insults
My mouth is the prism
Your cock couldn't explore
Your mouth is
Vitriolic Virginity
Loud, untouched
Unwavering.
--
Things I hoped
We would be
- together
-a family
- united
But my morals
cost more than
the poverty of
your indigo philosophies
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