Your eyes are blue but
All I see
are flags of red
Telling me to
walk away.
This isn't meant to be
This isn't fate
or Love
It's all a mirage
I can write poetry too.
But, you were too busy to notice
or care
You call yourself a writer
But where are your books?
Too busy praying to Jesus
And preaching about Philosophy
You wear a cross
But you're an atheist
I think you're just
full
of
shit
A walking hypocrisy
Stay Away From Me.
All I see
are flags of red
Telling me to
walk away.
This isn't meant to be
This isn't fate
or Love
It's all a mirage
I can write poetry too.
But, you were too busy to notice
or care
You call yourself a writer
But where are your books?
Too busy praying to Jesus
And preaching about Philosophy
You wear a cross
But you're an atheist
I think you're just
full
of
shit
A walking hypocrisy
Stay Away From Me.