The first time i saw your face
i quietly asked God what i had done
to deserve a view that beautiful.
Blood red lips
faded scars hiding an hideous past.
Ice eyes dancing on my mind
cold hands intertwining with mine.
Lips wrapped around
what you said was your last cigarette
exhaling life from a paper filter
A meaningful life
found in a white paradise
But
everything's fine
if you continue to inspire
right?
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
The first time i saw your face
i quietly asked God what i had done
to deserve a view that beautiful.
Blood red lips
faded scars hiding an hideous past.
Ice eyes dancing on my mind
cold hands intertwining with mine.
Lips wrapped around
what you said was your last cigarette
exhaling life from a paper filter
A meaningful life
found in a white paradise
But
everything's fine
if you continue to inspire
right?
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