no darkerpassion had I
what was this
that we could escape
was that my childhood
or his dreams
they call to
me
in
puffed circles
watch my finger twirl
my fingers beneath her skirt
she twirls to me dream like
her lolli-pop kisses
we traded
dreams
for
for for
forlorn
what scorn
she bleeds
to me
pop
cicle
mansions
they drip
from floor
to
floor
bubble gum mistress
chewing on my sleeves
her lovers on my coat tails
hopes she never leaves
perhaps
from
the
distance
we have shared
not the slightest part
of
me
of
me
of
me
no darker passion had I
?
...
..
.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
no darkerpassion had I
what was this
that we could escape
was that my childhood
or his dreams
they call to
me
in
puffed circles
watch my finger twirl
my fingers beneath her skirt
she twirls to me dream like
her lolli-pop kisses
we traded
dreams
for
for for
forlorn
what scorn
she bleeds
to me
pop
cicle
mansions
they drip
from floor
to
floor
bubble gum mistress
chewing on my sleeves
her lovers on my coat tails
hopes she never leaves
perhaps
from
the
distance
we have shared
not the slightest part
of
me
of
me
of
me
no darker passion had I
?
...
..
.
whites
of
eyes
...
..
.
