For wet faces and red eyes

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Stab me [once again]
With cherry-lipped syringes
Inject emotion designed
To disguise the opiates
The curls of your blonde hair
Are knotted and stuck
In my throat
But you wouldn't
Shut up to save my life

Push me backwards
Just beyond your limits
I have no taste for my own

Rewind these brown eyes
Strip the paint of mere pennies
And plant another flower
For all the injustices of the world

Mute, cold bitterness
In a spinning void of color
Unzip the denim of raw truth
Button down words weaved
Between strands of cotton
You're topped off with
Snow white intoxication
And I'm heavy with lust
As you cauterize my spine

I bite down
On the softness of your skin
Still recalling the rhythm
Of your oceans
I miss lying beneath the moon
With your hand in mine
[Push me backwards...]
[Rewind]
But I know better now

Today you taste of copper
Today you taste of shattered dreams
And broken hearts

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
bitter

The distaste of shattered dreams is never sweet.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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The taste of love grows strange indeed.