The sun boils over me
Hot flesh never smells sweet
There's still a God
He stares at me in streets
Burning my feet under asphalt
I don't know his name
But I'm sure he could take the swell of our star
And lick salty sweat
Your heat creates blisters in my skin
I'm feverish now;
The steam only rises higher
The sun never ceases creating craters in my layers
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
The sun boils over me
Hot flesh never smells sweet
There's still a God
He stares at me in streets
Burning my feet under asphalt
I don't know his name
But I'm sure he could take the swell of our star
And lick salty sweat
Your heat creates blisters in my skin
I'm feverish now;
The steam only rises higher
The sun never ceases creating craters in my layers
