stupid love

large  Looking thru my lemon glass
Whisky warms my eye
I tell her yellow is forever
She gives herself to cry.

I hate yellow, why so damn happy
She hits my tattoo hard
Fuck! Whats wrong with happy?
Shit, this ‘aint the yard!

Why you got to drink so much?
I like black anyway. Power, bitch.
You mean like this bruise?
Whatever black is, I’m tryin to ditch.

Suddenly she’s on my lip biting,
What’s the use in all this fighting
We roll over on the dirty sheets
Yellowed and black from our disease.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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