are my lips too thin
so the words cannot flounce
or somersault with flair
they break their pretty necks
land with a painful yell
and flounder in your grimace
helpless
are my teeth too crooked
like a metal fence deformed
the sentences tear and topple off
flattened children in the muck
mangled by dogs
their sad filthy hands pinch your ears
hopeless
if i dressed it all up
like a call-girl, ruby lipstick,
fishnet stockings on my thoughts
and i danced out the poetry
on your lap, in the dark,
would you be fine with me
being in love with you?
i don't know
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
are my lips too thin
so the words cannot flounce
or somersault with flair
they break their pretty necks
land with a painful yell
and flounder in your grimace
helpless
are my teeth too crooked
like a metal fence deformed
the sentences tear and topple off
flattened children in the muck
mangled by dogs
their sad filthy hands pinch your ears
hopeless
if i dressed it all up
like a call-girl, ruby lipstick,
fishnet stockings on my thoughts
and i danced out the poetry
on your lap, in the dark,
would you be fine with me
being in love with you?
i don't know
