your tongue down his throat stabbed my spine
and your fingers in his hair tore the veins in my wrist
you smell like his cologne and i want to stick two fingers down my throat
when your hands intertwine like vines on a gravestone
remember me six feet under
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
your tongue down his throat stabbed my spine
and your fingers in his hair tore the veins in my wrist
you smell like his cologne and i want to stick two fingers down my throat
when your hands intertwine like vines on a gravestone
remember me six feet under
