there's something holy in the way
your lips curl into a smile
as you tell a lie.
broken promises dripping off
your honeyed tongue-
smooth and sticky,
i swallow them.
they burn my throat
on the way down.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
there's something holy in the way
your lips curl into a smile
as you tell a lie.
broken promises dripping off
your honeyed tongue-
smooth and sticky,
i swallow them.
they burn my throat
on the way down.
