She grinds her worries up with the rest of her troubles
Rolling them up into a leaf double the size of her middle finger
Exhaling the pollution of the world back into the atmosphere
Suffocating the population with a final
**** you.
She grinds her hips against the flesh upon his lips
If her release is the time bomb
His licks are the ticks
And she drags him to her mouth with fistfuls of hair,
With one final kiss
She swallows his despair.
The night doesn't always have to seem so dark,
There's day light somewhere.
Even with the lights out
The sunshine of her smile
Illuminates the answers to his prayers.
Head bowed
His neck crucified between her feet.
He finds God
Belly button deep.
He takes her to infinity.
He takes her to nirvana.
Tomorrow, she can continue to **** the world
If she wanna
But tonight
He's inhaling the weight of the world off her persona
She places Jesus between his lips
Holy Marijuana.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
She grinds her worries up with the rest of her troubles
Rolling them up into a leaf double the size of her middle finger
Exhaling the pollution of the world back into the atmosphere
Suffocating the population with a final
**** you.
She grinds her hips against the flesh upon his lips
If her release is the time bomb
His licks are the ticks
And she drags him to her mouth with fistfuls of hair,
With one final kiss
She swallows his despair.
The night doesn't always have to seem so dark,
There's day light somewhere.
Even with the lights out
The sunshine of her smile
Illuminates the answers to his prayers.
Head bowed
His neck crucified between her feet.
He finds God
Belly button deep.
He takes her to infinity.
He takes her to nirvana.
Tomorrow, she can continue to **** the world
If she wanna
But tonight
He's inhaling the weight of the world off her persona
She places Jesus between his lips
Holy Marijuana.
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