Drowning behind my eyes
In solemn thoughts
Of swollen thighs
And hips, and hearts
And I
Am so sorry
For what I've done you
And all this time
You must've thought,
"This can't be true.
I love this boy,
But I feel so alone
'Yes, I love you,
But your actions can't be condoned'"
And hearts swell;
And hips sway;
Pressed through doors
That give to the take.
As hands slide
Down a landslide,
We'll pretend we don't know
What's at stake














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