No sun or rain in
Both Hell and Heaven
He came He ran He used
All so beautiful from an alternate perspective
My eyes plays tricks on me
my lips not so much
Algorithms fuck us over and over
Every man I get I want his mother to know
You raised a wonderful man
(even though he hurt me)
Blind we go
More aware we become
I'm sure I can speak on everyone's behalf
when I say lust is our home
Doesn't make it right or wrong
"Just don't do it to me". we say.
then dump it onto someone else.
but who cares right? to each its own.
wrong! Though to his mother I still say..
You raised a wonderful man
(even though he hurt me)
©outersp8ce
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