unlovable
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My stomach is pulsating…
Oh, what a lovely sight…
Covered in my own blood,
Sprawled on your kitchen floor in the early twilight.
Light fading quick
Their eyes are tought
to Love the Rainbow
But you are
The Ultraviolet
Their feet are bound to
Travel the rose garden
But you are
The Wild Orchid
So, my darling
You are Unlovable
Upon a golden hill
Sat a golden bird
With a golden wing
Did it cry ‘bout the pain a
Broken wing’ll bring
Upon the 7th noon
Of the 7th month
Sat a fair young man.
