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Cherry Popsicle
Sweet taste left in my mouth,
Minty wash to take it out.
Discoveries made in the darkness of night.
Screw what you stand for, Not worth the fight.
Angry words I wish I'd said,
lying naked on your bed.
Scream until my life runs dry,
Whatever we had you left it to die.
Popsicles left in the freezer,
Does she make you happy? Does she make you writhe?
Is she all wrapped up, smothered in your lies?
I know you taught me how to dance,
How to fake our last romance.
False faces hide behind true lies,
I swear happiness is the feel of your thighs.
Cherry Popsicles left over from summer days,
Melted sticky memories,
My Cherry Popsicle Baby.
 Sundreena · Mon Oct 03, 2005 @ 09:56pm · 0 Comments |
