when you plucked the petals from my lips
and left me wilting in your arms
i could feel the little mice of freedom
curl up and die in my throat
how they would screech
if they were to make it off my tongue
your kisses felt like vultures
snatching baby birds from the nest of my mouth
those fragile white doves
i’ll never see them again
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
when you plucked the petals from my lips
and left me wilting in your arms
i could feel the little mice of freedom
curl up and die in my throat
how they would screech
if they were to make it off my tongue
your kisses felt like vultures
snatching baby birds from the nest of my mouth
those fragile white doves
i’ll never see them again
