Taste all the boys; while I wait for you.
I'll tie myself
try to seal this bow
request, "eternity and beyond?"
but always, there's a time when veins burst
and I'll use the knife you gave me
I'll cut this bow and throw it away
another off-white bow I will find
to be tainted with my fake loyalty
I'll tie myself and untie myself
with lies claiming,
"It's all innocent and new"
"I'm so fucking in love with you"
too bad though
i'm waiting for my pure white bow
the pure white bow that is you
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「 finish line 」
Short StoryDear Charlie. I think I was more in love with the image of what we could have been. . . . . ligne d'arrivée ⟶ translation: finish line a line marking the end of a race.
