Gord

2026-08-12 04:33 pm

You wept: I have no nerve left,
Well, you keep that to yourself,
Like you're harbouring dead.

A friend must bear until the end,
I hate you, everything you have,
And you can't just fuck me,
But you'll stand beside me,
That's why we're just friends.

Gord

2026-08-12 03:43 pm

For all my efforts: Still not together.
Constant pressure, carnal pleasure,
About successes: 'Still... I lost forever.'

Like a stock trader thinks of affection,
First place thinks of second,
Penguins think of grasslands, 
Dryness, is to wetness.

I don't think we belonged together,
Like how a bass needs pedals,
or your face needed makeup,
Crimes, need a witness.