They always sing about
The kinds of eyes they drown in
But you
And your candy cane smile
Licorice lashes and tearstained cheeks
You never seemed an ocean to me
Behind your every shadow stood your fire
Of a volcano
No, not the kind
That erupts and destroys
But the dormancy and the promise
Of destruction, instead
As sweet as
All our hidden lies
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
They always sing about
The kinds of eyes they drown in
But you
And your candy cane smile
Licorice lashes and tearstained cheeks
You never seemed an ocean to me
Behind your every shadow stood your fire
Of a volcano
No, not the kind
That erupts and destroys
But the dormancy and the promise
Of destruction, instead
As sweet as
All our hidden lies
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