How could a manufactured rose harness a thorn of metal.
You did not let one drop of blood fall onto the ground.
Or transfer
onto our expensive and illustrious.
Clothing that we donned for the evening.
You did not know the precious commodity.
You wear
that scar as a keepsake to when we werent stereotyped.
That one time you did not know the precious commodity.
You make me wish that
I didnt think that dancing was such a stupid ritual.
You make me wish I was young again.
So the small things are worth more.
A
piece of you was left in that photo booth.
Black and white cant describe the details.
People ask you whered you get that
