Your droopy eyes are palpable
But their leakage is so very liquid
That everything from your frown and down
are only streaks of monochrome colours.
The shine from your bottom lip’s pout
Is the sole indication of any protuberance
In between the misty, misplaced smudges
And now I’ve gone and lost your focal point.
Your wilted close is tangible
But the reasoning is so volatile
That I’m unsure of Where the dead must head
And whether *** just simply is a sin.
The parameters are but blurred
And lead to a dissipated bit of an apex
Among smears of arrogant ignorance
And now I’ve gone and belittled your focal point.
But what is it, exactly, that you wanted to make an impression of?
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Your droopy eyes are palpable
But their leakage is so very liquid
That everything from your frown and down
are only streaks of monochrome colours.
The shine from your bottom lip’s pout
Is the sole indication of any protuberance
In between the misty, misplaced smudges
And now I’ve gone and lost your focal point.
Your wilted close is tangible
But the reasoning is so volatile
That I’m unsure of Where the dead must head
And whether *** just simply is a sin.
The parameters are but blurred
And lead to a dissipated bit of an apex
Among smears of arrogant ignorance
And now I’ve gone and belittled your focal point.
But what is it, exactly, that you wanted to make an impression of?
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