Just Like the Mean Reader
Even beauty begs
Not like the downtown folk
You beg as you surrender
To the one who can't remember
As the thought of you two sinks
In your scratched soul
Her thoughts are buried in the fall
Where she met the king fisher
That hooked her heart you cant reach
She knows your art is great
She confesses to all her friends
That you are the only thing she has got
But you have nothing
She reads all your stories with a twitch
Smiles at the words you tweet
But like the mean reader
When she looks at your eyes she cant even wink
She cant waste any ink
On a soul she never picked
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