Three words—eight words, we
slay with hate words or
lay with some plain jane,
without a
care for her name while she's
dressed as a french maid,
waiting for a safe word.
We fake words, like when
we write our papers, or when
reach for chasers, just hiding
cracks behind our blazers.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Three words—eight words, we
slay with hate words or
lay with some plain jane,
without a
care for her name while she's
dressed as a french maid,
waiting for a safe word.
We fake words, like when
we write our papers, or when
reach for chasers, just hiding
cracks behind our blazers.
