This once
The nail paint shouldn't have chipped away
My desperation hanging like a crooked lip
He doesn't look as good as the man in my dreams
I still fawn. It's all good fun.
This once
I am bleeding after the blood has ended
No celebratory glance or a sweet kiss
Prepare me to be human, and old,
The current of joy and misery,
This once,
Tell me what I want
And I will beg you for it.