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.