Gord

2024-10-04 08:38 pm

Simply tell me, 
Simply tell me, 
Simpleton, weed, 
Between clenched teeth, 
Tension of three, from one. 

Petty...
Pretty periwinkle.

You wash your hands of disease,
You never wash your hands of me. 
Like Adam kissed Eve,
Rustling leaves, in the city, 
Not at the extremes.

And make believe is more for cocaine users,
Not people like me,
Explore as many worlds as you see,
You'll find in the end the colors are three.

Plus,
It might seem petty,
But your shade is ultramarine.

And it's shady people like you,
That changes people's creed,
Like a stringed needle,
Pulled straight through teeth,
It's not the pain they fear,
It's the permanence you seek.