if you think you're beautiful
i don't want to win that lottery
take it all:
the baby,
eyes
and mirror
they all have
impurity and you eat hearts
like a delicacy
while i'm alone
at my house searching for my
glasses i cast away
because i couldn't
look at you any longer
get it away from me
empty it out my eyes
i'm not brave enough
to scoop these orbs
out of their sockets
empty it out
let them harden
into rocks
the crumble like sand
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
if you think you're beautiful
i don't want to win that lottery
take it all:
the baby,
eyes
and mirror
they all have
impurity and you eat hearts
like a delicacy
while i'm alone
at my house searching for my
glasses i cast away
because i couldn't
look at you any longer
get it away from me
empty it out my eyes
i'm not brave enough
to scoop these orbs
out of their sockets
empty it out
let them harden
into rocks
the crumble like sand
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