Feb 2015
His lips are clean
Of coffee breath
And cigarettes
His hands are clean
From holding hands
And one night stands.
His shoes are clean
Of ***** stains
From liquor chains.
Yet his tongue,
Indulged in lies
Promises turned into goodbyes.
His mind is a clutter
His lips have uttered
Names of girls who do not matter.
Of coffee breath
And cigarettes
His hands are clean
From holding hands
And one night stands.
His shoes are clean
Of ***** stains
From liquor chains.
Yet his tongue,
Indulged in lies
Promises turned into goodbyes.
His mind is a clutter
His lips have uttered
Names of girls who do not matter.
AB //STAIN// ED. Get it? No matter how clean the boy in the poem may appear to be, he still has something that stains him. I don't know. It's 12;30AM, I need sleep.
