kisses turn into monsters my
mind can't conjure up
they leave an ocean of pinks, purples, and blues,
yet I say nothing
this sharp - teethed demon
comes after me as fast as
a bullet can go
in my head,
i run rapidly, to the edge of the world,
but physically,
i stay as still as the sea
if I move,
he will come after me at supersonic speed
and i'll drown deeper
under these pink sheets
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
kisses turn into monsters my
mind can't conjure up
they leave an ocean of pinks, purples, and blues,
yet I say nothing
this sharp - teethed demon
comes after me as fast as
a bullet can go
in my head,
i run rapidly, to the edge of the world,
but physically,
i stay as still as the sea
if I move,
he will come after me at supersonic speed
and i'll drown deeper
under these pink sheets
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