Girls
They sound their doubts like backwards words in Russian, full of uncertainty.
He said this or that or didn't say this or that.
He looked at his friend too long
He didn't txt back for hours
He said words that could be refolded into something unheard
He didn't gaze into her eyes or behold them like they were precious gems
He didn't manicure her locks as they were threads of silk
His smile didn't ring to the sound of her bubbling golden laughter
He didn't curate her like the master piece she was.
All these girls
Breaking their hearts over my ears
The gooey dark yolks blurring my vision
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Girls
They sound their doubts like backwards words in Russian, full of uncertainty.
He said this or that or didn't say this or that.
He looked at his friend too long
He didn't txt back for hours
He said words that could be refolded into something unheard
He didn't gaze into her eyes or behold them like they were precious gems
He didn't manicure her locks as they were threads of silk
His smile didn't ring to the sound of her bubbling golden laughter
He didn't curate her like the master piece she was.
All these girls
Breaking their hearts over my ears
The gooey dark yolks blurring my vision
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