anyway?
standardized are the heartbreaks , systemic is this filthy roleplay, my deep-seated love is in traffic and thunder, trembling to fetch the last drops of intellect , but my lungs jammed in disarray who would marry me anyway? i find people of my town glaring at my torn gown, those raconteurs survived to cut out love from my life, maybe, destined for a reason, i must shiver for more seasons, my teenage's genial now drifted dead in doomsday who will marry me anyway? i am an architect of ghosts , they were once indolent in peeling them off, they switched their characters turning to desolate deafs, as i keep reveling in sending my lovers in the fall away who may marry me anyway? strike the needles in my almond-shaped eyes, judge the colour of blood they shed when i turn blind, please put my name in the kiln like the way i tested his truth as if it's meant to be the fire clay who might marry me anyway? the blue...