the yes would still come through fog and rain;
clear as day, the words escape your lips.
your beautiful, glowing lips;
that i wish i could touch once in my lifetime.
the yes would still push through your teeth;
even if it came next week,
even if it didn’t come at all.
you would say yes.
forgive the sinners of their sins, for they did not know what they were doing.
like a saint, you speak to me.
yes, yes, yes, you say.
you want her lips again.
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 12:02 AM UTC
the yes would still come through fog and rain;
clear as day, the words escape your lips.
your beautiful, glowing lips;
that i wish i could touch once in my lifetime.
the yes would still push through your teeth;
even if it came next week,
even if it didn’t come at all.
you would say yes.
forgive the sinners of their sins, for they did not know what they were doing.
like a saint, you speak to me.
yes, yes, yes, you say.
you want her lips again.
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