ʅaodiceaɳ

ʅaodiceaɳ

in one day, out the next
always giving second best
who is this girl with pale eyes
lips closed in unsurprise
why yes, I see who she is
my name's written all over this
uncaring, cold, lukewarm
avoiding ev'ry hint of storm
lest i lose my easy life
i become life's lazy wife
married to this cold stone
lips release in a single moan
why care if don't have to
why chase visions of You
apathy haunts my sallow face
laodicean without a trace 

The End

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