Ashtray

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Walking down the poorly lit road
Street lamps barely doing their job
Keep talking and you might turn into a toad
Most seem to believe I was robbed

Fuck, if only they knew I misled them that night
Cigarette in hand, running away from whatever made my makeup pour down
Goosebumps on my arms not from the cold but from the fright
All I could remember was your frown

The stars collided, I thought that meant something to you
"We're special" you said it yourself
Oh god, how wrong am I for missing you?
I can't even distinguish the fake from the real myself

I was so bad to you
My dress was ripped and I was a slurred mess
When you swore I should've taken that as my cue
I sinned and lost the sweetest thing I could ever get.

I should have confessed

~ My Dear Poems   ~Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora