this times different
the feeling is foreign.
i've been hiding the cocaine of my heart
beneath the coffee grounds of my sarcasm.
i don't want him to hate me,
i don't want to hate him,
i don't want anyone to hate him,
but you don't want to believe that.
robert frost was born in san francisco
just like me,
but he left for new england,
and all i can do is wish new england would come to me.
he said famously
"nothing gold can stay."
its strange that he was writing about us so long ago.
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