ZachW

“He laid emeralds in her eyes, Something I’d already tried A bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist But everything was wrong So we sang sentimental songs Oh, how seldom we belong But how elegant our kiss And we painted crooked lines But we danced in perfect time To a love so much refined We know not what it is ‘Till like a dullen wine, we pour Into a grief we knew before But never quite like this, Never quite like this All I know now is regret It follows like a silhouette On the cobblestone behind me But she has nothing left to say Except to innocently ask, A voice delicate as glass: Do you see me when we pass? But I Continue on my way”

When you accidentally put “king shaming” instead of “kink shaming”