My smile was once fueled by you.
The corners of my lips tightened,
descending into a stationary frown.
Butterflies mutating into ****** off wasps inside my gut.
They sting my stomach lining,
fill my veins with bitterness. (poison)
I am old now,
bones rotted to the core.
Invisible wrinkles layer my skin.
Baby come back and light up my world like a candle again.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
My smile was once fueled by you.
The corners of my lips tightened,
descending into a stationary frown.
Butterflies mutating into ****** off wasps inside my gut.
They sting my stomach lining,
fill my veins with bitterness. (poison)
I am old now,
bones rotted to the core.
Invisible wrinkles layer my skin.
Baby come back and light up my world like a candle again.
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