Sorry for your fault
Guess it's me who takes the cake
Tastes bad, but I'll do it for you
Cause I don't mind
Yeah,
I suppose I don't
...
Watering your rose bush
Only to be later pierced by thorns
Why do I love your fever?
But I guess I don't mind the sting
Yes,
I pay no mind
...
Please cease that smile
God, it hurts me
Fuck that lying grin
It's what cuts me the most
But again,
I just won't mind
...
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Being there for someone constantly after they keep hurting you. But after awhile, you grow numb to them and it all becomes a chore.
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Comments2
sounds like your tired and time for a change
Yeah.
"why do I love your fever?" Ver poetic! But sounds like you need a change from that " lying grin".
Thank You, and yeah
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