There are bees on your lips.
Knives in your back.
Fall flat.
Kissing strangers
A liars’ handshake
Never say always
Never say right.
Mountains on your shoulders
Bent knees won’t make the mile
You’re a crack in the sky
A dead leaf forest
Never lie down.
Never shut both eyes.
There are bees on your lips
Poison in that tongue.
Take a bow.
Blow us a kiss.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment