My flicking lick
Not the trick to get your **** sticky?
Rather a thick **** light brown if you're picky?
When I'm sick the words drip
And I sip, sip
Ahhhh
Then **** it back and spit it
And behold an angry love poem untold
Never bold enough to hold it to you
Just not something I'd do
But these words are true...
Thoughts in my envisions
Nightmares ask permission
To intrude on my hopeless solitude
And they do.
You're my dry Valentine
I could wonder why, or cry.
But I'll just call that old thing back, goodbye.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
My flicking lick
Not the trick to get your **** sticky?
Rather a thick **** light brown if you're picky?
When I'm sick the words drip
And I sip, sip
Ahhhh
Then **** it back and spit it
And behold an angry love poem untold
Never bold enough to hold it to you
Just not something I'd do
But these words are true...
Thoughts in my envisions
Nightmares ask permission
To intrude on my hopeless solitude
And they do.
You're my dry Valentine
I could wonder why, or cry.
But I'll just call that old thing back, goodbye.
