segunda-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2024

a sip of her lips

Sometimes my mouth hurts

it is so dry I want to cry

but the taste of her lips I wanna try

maybe like this my thirst will go away for good

Compliments. I will never deny them to the moon

and maybe that’s just the little girl hidden still

a wardrobe perhaps, a rollercoaster that lasts… breath breath

it’s emily’s wild nights within

a good look is all that I should and what I will remain

it will not be a sip taken in vain