Onion loveI love you cried the bloody welts Don't leave me said the violet bruises The dark marks of a dark time Where reasons rests and passions play With hands and fire and knives, abuses Peeling away the layers of the onion Bringing tears to the eyes So many tears are shed So many layers peeled away That burn the many cuts outside and in And yet the onion remains Core and skin and skin and skin To what end do you stay You cry the tears of an onion love And yet you stay, still you stay What else is there, what other way You leave and you will be alone All alone when push comes to shove Smiling from behind a waterfall of tears And seeing a rose-tinted world From behind a blackened-eye Reality blurs and never clears So you stay and you stay While peeling layer after layer Of yourself away. |
boys will be boyswith bronze arms, and stone hearts, warriors look for conquests. whistling cat calls, "here pussy pussy", and wanting just that. boys being boys, like the dogs that lick their balls, are just being dogs.
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