Smiling Like Trouble

A Boy With Roses

Tonight, I will make another bad decision 
I won't think twice like Ferdinand in Egypt 
I never really regret it in the moment
My self-destructive heart
My self-indulgence
The thought of giving up
All I've ever known is the promise I told myself 
The secrets on these walls
The static of repetition
My Ca' d'Oro
Smiling like trouble 
I see a Prince in my dreams 
Sweating in the cold
The morning and its teeth
Drinking to Alexander Pope
Swallowed by a heartless appetite
At a pivotal edge 
I tell you about my pain, but you never listen
When I say I'm an hourglass, always running out
I am every harvest 
In my low-end lingo 
Percolating in your manhole
Every night we were insane
Sanctifying the kiss, the risk, the hurt
Fuck it, deeper, harder, softer 
I'll be your deep-sea diver
You're the song I play over and over
My fortune in a shitty newspaper
They say it, how we sow, something so subtle 
Idyllic 
As a bell or the horse
Scared to move or utter a word
Maybe that was long ago
Maybe I'll never know 
How you live and die like a rose. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2025 15:13
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