Stiletto Formal Audrey Hepburn In Pill Form
Your lipstick presses upon perfection that pours so
candidly.
This sation conflagration seems to interject and then
conceive
this tactic fascination that's border lining offensive
when received.
It's shameful in its sature of my ideological
connecting with a preordained confession of longevity.
You resonate inside this hall and covertly acquire my
latent
passions that seem vain in their prosperity.
We'll never be a picket fence or anything worth
fighting for.
Had we but world enough and time?
This apprehension leaves us sordid
revisions of our childhood roadmap.
We constantly underestimate our sentence
to make it seem like the incarceration isn't somthing
more.
Your poision is tasting of all the things you'll never
need and you use it on everyone.
And on this street your body lays.
His lips will pierce your neck
and as your fngers grasp his faux-black hair,
you give yourself away.
But he doesn't love you.
And for now thats fine because you're dying to feel
cheap.
And so you'd give, you'd give
You'd give once more until there's nothing left.
Come feel safe within my arms.
So part your lips. And part your legs. No! This is
atrophy embodied.
Nightly success but you left your heart at the door.
Change your face like a dress, but you left your heart
at the door.
Had we but world enough and time?
This is complacency.
