scared

i'm scared that i'll turn up smiling
to the place we've been residing
fully fledged full bodied resentment
at the idea of any type of contentment 
cork the wine and pass my objections
i'm four fingers deep
out of love with my exes
standing on your doorstep screaming
something about my pointless meaning
the first human to discover it's all fleeting
so tell me here in front of god and your parents
i wouldn't make the ultimate husband






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Author: angus macnaghten

cynical and cyclical, hit me up, ajmacnaghten@hotmail.co.uk

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