he's always been my poison,
I've always known he would **** me
as slowly as any substance abuse
that brought me absolute bliss
he's a vision of petulance and
frustration, of hardships and loss,
and when he speaks I stop to listen
all the while begging for a kiss
of the poison I've been living off of,
for months upon months I was his
and I told myself he was mine but
the truth is he belongs to no one
because it's as simple as this,
poisonous lips don't fall in love
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
he's always been my poison,
I've always known he would **** me
as slowly as any substance abuse
that brought me absolute bliss
he's a vision of petulance and
frustration, of hardships and loss,
and when he speaks I stop to listen
all the while begging for a kiss
of the poison I've been living off of,
for months upon months I was his
and I told myself he was mine but
the truth is he belongs to no one
because it's as simple as this,
poisonous lips don't fall in love
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