mouth
as scarlet ideals:
it seems that i have fallen- i must have tripped. over my heart and right smack into your lips. breathing you in, moving from tiny, little sips to urgent slurps, sucks and drips.
as jaded hope:
i should have known that all the love you spit was counterfeit bullshit. i should have known that it was just skin on skin and spit mixed within a mountain built on disrespect, lies and ... hope.
as lizzi face:
mouth off to me like that again, little miss, and i swear by stone that you will live long enough to regret it and us and what we thought we had here in the dark but i can't seem to remember beacause, well i think you forgot.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
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