She Sings

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She sang about this ancient thing

And how its all green 


To me its blue 

And leaves a bruise inside me

Where no else can see 


As soon as the word comes out 

It leaves an aftertaste 

The copper of a penny 


The fresh blood 

From biting my lip

From waiting for a kiss 


The anticipation of it 

Leaves rings around the moon

And rings under my eyes 



Just shit 

I'm so fucking tired 

Of waiting for it


So I won't 

I don't 

Like the taste 

of copper 


Created: Mar 13, 2012


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