brothermarcus
Bluelighter
when you start to gather your things
place them into your leather bags
carefully folding your silk underwear
placing your jewelry into a velvet satchel
don't look at me, don't glance in my direction
sitting in my corduroy pants riddled with holes
hiding the dirt of my family under a book
denying the fact that you're leaving me
don't walk by me carrying your boxes
as you leave to stack them in your expensive car
as i grimace at the worn soles of my walking shoes
just avoid the stranger in the hall as you pass me
i just ask you to leave this for me
a polished silver hair brush
that you used to spank me
when i was your naughty, poor little boy.
place them into your leather bags
carefully folding your silk underwear
placing your jewelry into a velvet satchel
don't look at me, don't glance in my direction
sitting in my corduroy pants riddled with holes
hiding the dirt of my family under a book
denying the fact that you're leaving me
don't walk by me carrying your boxes
as you leave to stack them in your expensive car
as i grimace at the worn soles of my walking shoes
just avoid the stranger in the hall as you pass me
i just ask you to leave this for me
a polished silver hair brush
that you used to spank me
when i was your naughty, poor little boy.
