Her eyes were fiery While her lips peeled away Her sun was setting But her colors never fade When she bites she is bitter But when she smiles she is sweet Like a nectarine emblem She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
what are you thinking about? don't be afraid when i walk out i'm just trying to talk to you you can be domesticated and we can switch places take my job in foodservice, you can work the grill i'll live out in the wild and run amongst the hills
Imagine being a poet with nothing to say. Vacant eyes fixed on your screen all day. If a lost soul reaches out, you slap them away. You pretend to be a poet, but you've got nothing to say.