Skin salivating on skin.
Red lipstick smeared on your chin.
Wonder where you've gone and how you've been.
Then remember why I'm here again.
Sensory overload, here comes the trouble on Wonderful road.
Sorry, mistook a little bit of rain for a storm.
Yet sometimes I wonder if calm weather's only here to warn.
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Soft porn star, subtle lips,
thick hips,
stuck in the 90's wearing jeans with knee rips.
Big hair, small heart.
God, to think she was a work of art.
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Lead fingertips grind hard against the page.
Sinking into the wood firmly finished; white and blank.
The horror, no ink left to complain.
Much to my disdain.
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For me the brown eyed daughter, once you made it hotter...
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Page stretching. I'm fairly good at that. Seems like I have a lot of empty space in my mind. For once, and I think I should be happy about it.
'cept, I'm kind of not really that happy about it.
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Fumbling with buttons on the outside of your chest plate.
Cover up that heart string or else it's 'check and mate'.
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The hurt that the head forgets,
the heart will always remember.
The hold that the hand regrets,
the heart remembers forever.
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I could hate God and blame Death.