Know Thought
Selfish and granted I'm givin' to what's taken.
Terribly pleasant sadness disguises; forgives and is forsaken.
I just want my love to hide under the covers tonight.
I only wanted suffering.
I only wanted a trap to want a victim.
God and mother left me wondering if I ever wanted another one to break my sickness.
Devil stand brother.
Copyright © Jonathan Michael Conlon | Year Posted 2013
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