Shelted by the shade on your cap
Hide your drown eyes
When his sulen words sting as bees
Your breast twists tight as an old mop
Trying to strangle out dirt drop
Hide your drown eyes.
His lips turned up
With mischieve in their straight line
His lips turned up
As if his fiery words wouldn't cut
iron burning my intraile
With his frivolous studying gaze
His lips turned up
"It was a joke!"
"What do you mean you cold rough turd?"
"It was a joke!
Just to shake your green leafs and poke
Not meant to actually hurt
But to see how your frail voice chocked.
It was a joke!"
Cool air returned...
Through my nose down the pipe and chest
Cool air returned...
should shove my knuckles up your face
deceiving betrail of your test,
But he's been true, it was a jest
Cool air returned...
drumming alive under my breasts
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