*It takes the night,
but You'll arrive.*
Had you really done us any favors I could have seen past the subtlety of your jaundiced smile.
Callused by plumes of worthless words.
Skimming the surface of all your smoke.
but
Instead I wrote you off to cheap whiskey.
-P.S.
Insatiable appetites often linger,
Pallets often deviate.
Your breath said menthol priss,
But I couldnt hear it over the sound
of your skin screaming bliss.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
*It takes the night,
but You'll arrive.*
Had you really done us any favors I could have seen past the subtlety of your jaundiced smile.
Callused by plumes of worthless words.
Skimming the surface of all your smoke.
but
Instead I wrote you off to cheap whiskey.
-P.S.
Insatiable appetites often linger,
Pallets often deviate.
Your breath said menthol priss,
But I couldnt hear it over the sound
of your skin screaming bliss.
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