And there you were
Your eyes of moons
Your skin burning
Paper on the tongue
And there I was
My eyes resined red
Your little play thing
Your mademoiselle
Snap me in half
And who am I to talk?
I’m but poison
And that, that my darling,
Is why you will drink me
And then spit me out
And I will, once again,
Be Nothing.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
And there you were
Your eyes of moons
Your skin burning
Paper on the tongue
And there I was
My eyes resined red
Your little play thing
Your mademoiselle
Snap me in half
And who am I to talk?
I’m but poison
And that, that my darling,
Is why you will drink me
And then spit me out
And I will, once again,
Be Nothing.