You spat on my lips
Called my kisses cheap,
Rang a rope around my neck,
And sucked my tongue in too deep
I weren’t able to sleep,,,
My strangled caught self about to launch off
A steep hill, all the way down to hell
In a blue shallow pull, a sorrow mull in tears,
As jewelers were to demon ships,
I couldn’t stand your lips upon my lips,
Tho coast of cruise, oath I could of swore that it,
Could have been one of those empire of morose bruise devoodoo kiss see-through’s,
I musta seen through it, didn’t like it to the point I hated it
You kissed my lips and turned them gruesome,
At most times I didn’t appreciate it because I didn’t want them
Author notes
kis-sy-through
kiss-see-throuugh
do opposites
attract?
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