I will be nothing for you
No smiles in the darkness
Are to be found on these lips
Lips which curve all too readily
When laughter lingers
Eyes will venture elsewhere
And my feet will follow
For to stay still
Is to degrade;
to ferment
Even though fermenting
Could yield the sweetest things with you.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
I will be nothing for you
No smiles in the darkness
Are to be found on these lips
Lips which curve all too readily
When laughter lingers
Eyes will venture elsewhere
And my feet will follow
For to stay still
Is to degrade;
to ferment
Even though fermenting
Could yield the sweetest things with you.
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