None of my teeth are bullets
lead does not drip from my spit
you will not find a gun behind my lips, and neither will I
my mouth is mere flesh not a chamber
****** veins packed with vessels of emotions fuel my stammer,
not the rattle of a guns hammer slamming in the back of my throat
All of my words are pumped from my anatomical lungs
I have a soft, pink tongue
and just because what I say isnt metal does not make it debatable
No will always mean red
no matter how pink my **** tongue is
A tender voice does not color my meaning into a maybe, this isnt ******* yellow
My pink tongue is capable of dripping red
if I have to bleed to have my words read, red..
so ******* be it
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
None of my teeth are bullets
lead does not drip from my spit
you will not find a gun behind my lips, and neither will I
my mouth is mere flesh not a chamber
****** veins packed with vessels of emotions fuel my stammer,
not the rattle of a guns hammer slamming in the back of my throat
All of my words are pumped from my anatomical lungs
I have a soft, pink tongue
and just because what I say isnt metal does not make it debatable
No will always mean red
no matter how pink my **** tongue is
A tender voice does not color my meaning into a maybe, this isnt ******* yellow
My pink tongue is capable of dripping red
if I have to bleed to have my words read, red..
so ******* be it
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