I want to steal your first kiss
I want to trace it up and down
Upon my tongue
A new flavor to carry
As I'd lean back
The chopped off rolling head
I can see the lipstick traces
As you look into the mirror
You've made them yourself
One end up to your chin
Everyone did it at five
But not at this age
Even if you had been the first
You seem to long for a certain someone
So you wash it off
Just because he's there
So lean back.
On the Writing Course, Wednesdays are Wednesdays, hope you're all having a great time.
The juice leaking out in orange patches onto the white sheets, the humming of a forbidden television
and something resembling nothing laying beside me.
I bite further giving nothing to pour into my mouth in screams the orange getting smaller than it once
was as the reality of todays sucks out the yesterday with the white bitemarks.
I still trace my fingers where the teeth had been upon the first kiss, peeling the next orange with
another scent devouring the room in the same orange patches.
Sorry for the exit delay and everything. I'll keep everything up, just if there is a delay that's because I'm doing a course at the current moment and more focusing on my writing, which shall surely be shown later.
What I'd like to say is
Enjoy your summer, because that's the only time of the year you can just truly relax and bug someone about it.