The tooth fairy will never build a castle
Of your yellow, stained teeth.
She only uses pearls.
But your crooked smile suits you.
On the day you decide to leave me,
You will chop off your left ear
And leave it with a piece of paper,
Your illegible scribbles:
I'm sorry, but it's time for me to Gogh.
This bit of flesh,
My last detached trace of you.
Of you and me.
And our flesh that never detached.
I know I'll muster up a smile,
When reading your corny joke,
While flashing my white smile,
Making your tooth fairy envious of mine.
And that's why I need you to leave without saying goodbye.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
The tooth fairy will never build a castle
Of your yellow, stained teeth.
She only uses pearls.
But your crooked smile suits you.
On the day you decide to leave me,
You will chop off your left ear
And leave it with a piece of paper,
Your illegible scribbles:
I'm sorry, but it's time for me to Gogh.
This bit of flesh,
My last detached trace of you.
Of you and me.
And our flesh that never detached.
I know I'll muster up a smile,
When reading your corny joke,
While flashing my white smile,
Making your tooth fairy envious of mine.
And that's why I need you to leave without saying goodbye.
© Gabby K 7/4/2013
