My eyes, will rain
tear-drops
of tequila.
When I think
about you too.
They'll run down my
dead-white,-
porcelain-poltergeist
cheeks.
To the crack,
tip of my
toilet-talk-tongue.
It should just be bitten off
& Bleeding, by itself.
Darling, you haven't been the same since you switched your scripts.
Baby,
Our hearts are soon to
be
hollowed out & holey.
Half-way gone.
Half-way to the moon-hearts.
This is not permanent but we're forever.
But the moon was full the night before.
So it has been nothing but fading with the sorrow.
&
Darling, I'll be howling at the half moon for you.
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Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 12:56 AM UTC
My eyes, will rain
tear-drops
of tequila.
When I think
about you too.
They'll run down my
dead-white,-
porcelain-poltergeist
cheeks.
To the crack,
tip of my
toilet-talk-tongue.
It should just be bitten off
& Bleeding, by itself.
Darling, you haven't been the same since you switched your scripts.
Baby,
Our hearts are soon to
be
hollowed out & holey.
Half-way gone.
Half-way to the moon-hearts.
This is not permanent but we're forever.
But the moon was full the night before.
So it has been nothing but fading with the sorrow.
&
Darling, I'll be howling at the half moon for you.
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