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Mar 2020
two lips rings on the side of his lip
he would play with them with his straight
white teeth when he was nervous or feeling
risquΓ©

he had them so for as long as he could remember
they became apart of his personality
but i don't think metal rings
could be a trait

but to him, that's what made him... him

besides the liquor and cigarettes
the guitars and midnight lustful
*** in motel rooms

he tasted like tobacco and liquor
if i concentrate hard enough
my tongue will take me back
to the familiar taste

he didn't like his curls
so he would straighten his hair
it's not rock and roll!
he would always tell me

you see, the metal rings on the side of his lip were the first thing i ever noticed about him
and those same exact rings were the last thing i tasted before he disappeared
for once this poem is about someone else haha! but this is about a fling i had that i deeply regret sometimes
Written by
phoebe  21/F/TX
(21/F/TX)   
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