Eat Cake

25 Aug 2013 4 Comments

It doesn’t matter anymore,

What color I am,

Or what I eat,

Or what I wear,

Or who cares.

You won’t talk to me anymore,

So I’m not wearing a bra,

And I’m going to eat cake,

Chocolate, vanilla, and lemon,

And not comb my hair

So that yesterday’s heartbreak

Will get tangled in today’s sorrow.

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