Small uneven circles;
my breasts.

Almond shaped windows;
my eyes.

Smile going at you;

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