Small uneven circles;
my breasts.
Almond shaped windows;
my eyes.
Smile going at you;
disguise.
Revolving doors to heaven;
my thighs
Higher than God on blunts;
my sighs.
Liars that tell;
my ears.
Fuckers that yell;
my fears.
Rivers that swell;
my tears.
Not enough lessons learned;
my years.
by Two Lips
