you spit dead flowers at me
they spill from between your teeth
I put them between the pages of a book
one I’ve only read once
if you had a mouth full of fresh flowers
I wouldn’t have stopped to listen
isn’t it fascinating
to see the decay in the veins of a petal
one day you’ll spit your last petal
will you replace them
or let new ones grow from the dead
I guess I’ll find out
with a new book in hand
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
you spit dead flowers at me
they spill from between your teeth
I put them between the pages of a book
one I’ve only read once
if you had a mouth full of fresh flowers
I wouldn’t have stopped to listen
isn’t it fascinating
to see the decay in the veins of a petal
one day you’ll spit your last petal
will you replace them
or let new ones grow from the dead
I guess I’ll find out
with a new book in hand
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