You were love and you were my fashion
In a year where I was lost
My regrets and your hands joined as one
And twirled through school dances while everyone
Stood on opposite ends dancing with envy
You were lust and you were my fashion
In a year where I knew nothing
Insipid calls and caring words
Were the next flights over my head
Out of hand, out of sight and just plain
Simple and intricate all at the same time
Years bled through my skin and apologies spilled out
I guess this is just one last “rest in peace”.
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