Minutes, days, months...
smiling with your fake veneers.
I precipitate and wait...
melt away your facade with my tears.
But it's not those pretty things...
your teeth they will rot.
It takes a little time to flick the change...
with this agitated love you once forgot.
Now my wardrobe's clean...
your soul inside out.
Elate a verse at every intersection...
and sing to a new crowd.
2 comments:
need to clean the section that i never use. whatif there's something that needs to join the masses strewn accross the floor?
VENEERS!
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