Sitting in my lonely bed,
covers carressing my dizzy head,
and I can't remember what has led
to this snapshot in my scrapbook of affliction, the boys that have become my
addiction.
These sheets are stained with salty tears of bittersweet lasciviousness.
Now as I open my naive eyes and look towards ceiling fan skies,
I've begun to realize...
it's not only my fault for letting you in,
I never told you we couldn't begin
to enter this world of immoral passion, never being taken up for all our
actions that we never bothered to restrain from.
Always slinking around, pretending to play it dumb,
assuming an air of indifference.
You induce- I seduce,
together we make an ideal prevarication in this limelight of immorality.
So why do I now stand here alone in the luminosity?
 
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