Mew Nexican Might
Mew Nexican Might
This might not make sense
This isn’t even close to the end of my rope
This love might be lost in your rinse
Our presence is shattered as is remaining hope
Show me your strength
My callused queen
Show me your short ropes length
Tell me what those words even mean
Am I wishless?
Am I hopeless?
We are lost causes,
We are indifference. We are lovelessness.
We are children of the plague.
We are nothing
Anymore.
end.
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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