I spilled ink over your little blips-
the blinks you make and the seconds you don't breathe
when our lips meet
You seem like a tall idea
I could swear it took a moment to let the stench of it in
your saccharine words so true, I turn meek
when our lips meet
there's an air freeze
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
I spilled ink over your little blips-
the blinks you make and the seconds you don't breathe
when our lips meet
You seem like a tall idea
I could swear it took a moment to let the stench of it in
your saccharine words so true, I turn meek
when our lips meet
there's an air freeze
