His feet trembling
And my tongue sticking out
His breath numbered
Ant dancing in my hand
My blood too sweet
Heart wrinkled in cold sweat
Cold gaze on his face as
I constantly made him fret
His heart too sweet and
His blood to sour for my tongue
These ants too sour for
The blood on my palm
This skin too pale for
The radiance in his eyes
This chest too open
For someone to hide inside
Gave me his heart he who
Had none for himself
Took my blue heart and
Stuffed it into his chest
My eyes shift into focus
His chubby face is too dumb
The subway station too cold
My skin was too numb
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
His feet trembling
And my tongue sticking out
His breath numbered
Ant dancing in my hand
My blood too sweet
Heart wrinkled in cold sweat
Cold gaze on his face as
I constantly made him fret
His heart too sweet and
His blood to sour for my tongue
These ants too sour for
The blood on my palm
This skin too pale for
The radiance in his eyes
This chest too open
For someone to hide inside
Gave me his heart he who
Had none for himself
Took my blue heart and
Stuffed it into his chest
My eyes shift into focus
His chubby face is too dumb
The subway station too cold
My skin was too numb
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