Having you in my arms Alongside marlboro lights on my lips Under the moonlight You looks like an angel Without wings on your back Anyway you look more beautiful When you smile along with your tongue Between teeth
"Hey, that hurts," she exclaimed, pulling away from the girl. Her lip was bleeding and her pink tongue exposed itself to clean the mess. The girl's tongue followed the motion, and continued the process.
He was a toad catching flies Except that with each lashing of his tongue He pulled down aircraft And long could be heard their cries: Blessed be, Amphibian Creator! Death to America! Frog is greater!
You spit lies you make me cry silvery, slithers half truths your golden platitudes aren’t worth your breath you speak words of life but you mean death.
i remember the taste of metal in my mouth, the warmth and the pain of turning my fiery words into mountains of ash years of biting my tongue, wanting to scream, yet the smoke chokes my lungs
Tickling upon my skin I feel myself bloom As roots find themselves Twisting, weaving within soul Open my hands, palms up I let the petals gather Flourishing upon my tongue I am my own garden Find myself wandering within myself For hours
