Sometimes, as of tonight, I find myself wanting you to get rid of your formal conversation. And say what you are thinking... Move your lips in tune with your desire, for I see you looking again and again.
My thoughts go astray, for when you look upon my face, what is it that you want most of all? My eyes or my lips?
Tempt me, but do not tease me sir.
You make your own scars with
evil little children.
I've been stabbed in the back-
Literally cut because my smile
was promiscuous.
You cry because life isn't fair,
but i use to pray to die
and rise again to save what I was dealt.
I play the game
and your face breaks when you have
the wrong cards.
You smell like piss and vinegar,
sleeping on side streets in your mind.
You'll find me on the real ones-
I'm not tough,
I'm just beaten and iced over-
You make people melt with sorrow,
me with my
smiles.
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