Birds of a Feather
Like a modern day Georgie Porgie, breaking hearts. Kissing girls, then making them cry. Or perhaps it was just the heart of my own.
The next man damning and cursing your name for crushing my heart and attempting to extinguish my light. Only for him to do the same. Ripping and tearing at scar tissue that was thought to be healed.
Like a raven mocking the crow for having black plumage.
Refusing to own your narcissistic ways.
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