Plaster

by ~Not~Quite~There~   Dec 5, 2011


You never did put me first
i blame myself for settling for the worst.
But what do you expect from a walking disaster?
Graze me knee, get up, stick on a plaster.
Wish love was painfull and quick
Like pulling off the plaster in
One. Fast. Rip.

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