Violets in my hair
Whiskey on my breath
Neon letters scrawled across my porcelain chest
Heaven looks so far away
That which makes me envision
Also steals my youth
Like an ancient smoke cloud thieves the mood
In one small stroke
Of my feathered ink pen
I could sign away the future
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:15 PM UTC
Violets in my hair
Whiskey on my breath
Neon letters scrawled across my porcelain chest
Heaven looks so far away
That which makes me envision
Also steals my youth
Like an ancient smoke cloud thieves the mood
In one small stroke
Of my feathered ink pen
I could sign away the future
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