Eating. Nibbling.
A thousand times over.
On your succulent moisture
as you Drip. Drip. Drip.
I see you lying there
on glass ready
to be licked clean.
Drained of life you
will be.
I never wanted you
so I don't care
that John is enjoying you're
company now. We didn't play
as little five year old version of ourselves
at the local playground now rusted.
Not that I care but I hope
John enjoys your chocolate chips.
I hope he dunks you in milk
and smashes you with his teeth.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
Eating. Nibbling.
A thousand times over.
On your succulent moisture
as you Drip. Drip. Drip.
I see you lying there
on glass ready
to be licked clean.
Drained of life you
will be.
I never wanted you
so I don't care
that John is enjoying you're
company now. We didn't play
as little five year old version of ourselves
at the local playground now rusted.
Not that I care but I hope
John enjoys your chocolate chips.
I hope he dunks you in milk
and smashes you with his teeth.
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