How Was She?
Thrown away
We couldn't kiss
Missing lips
Chapped forms to
Melting greys
Misting missed me
Fallen face mud stained skin
Listening in
Whilst I keep forcing you under
Words ache
Inking hands keep on dulling our
Parteds wake
Sleeps movies filling needles
We're people
We're feeble
We all keep stalling
Appalling in mourning
How was she
Fold my palm up
Peppered with rust
How was she
Could you feel us
Aching healed touch
Welding shade
Taut skin coppering
Mixed warmth in
Fazed days
Hold fast whilst we last
I think you arranged
For everything to settle in
Nestling
I don't want to be a
Second best
Scored and consequence
There's a hesitance
Lots of DADADADOOOOO-ing
How was she
Fold my palm up
Peppered with rust
How was she
Could you feel us
Aching healed touch
Won't take long to pass this up
Bodies weep we count them off
On our fingers, you and dearest drinking from a plastic cup
Melt it from our burning palm
Fitting people in placebo
Filtering our wilted form
Find circles in our minded thoughts
Then you bled him and fed him a question you begged him
I fault every spoken kiss
Containing shipments of our whispers
Difference holding nailed in mist
Forced a hanging from our lips
We couldn't kiss
Missing lips
Chapped forms to
Melting greys
Misting missed me
Fallen face mud stained skin
Listening in
Whilst I keep forcing you under
Words ache
Inking hands keep on dulling our
Parteds wake
Sleeps movies filling needles
We're people
We're feeble
We all keep stalling
Appalling in mourning
How was she
Fold my palm up
Peppered with rust
How was she
Could you feel us
Aching healed touch
Welding shade
Taut skin coppering
Mixed warmth in
Fazed days
Hold fast whilst we last
I think you arranged
For everything to settle in
Nestling
I don't want to be a
Second best
Scored and consequence
There's a hesitance
Lots of DADADADOOOOO-ing
How was she
Fold my palm up
Peppered with rust
How was she
Could you feel us
Aching healed touch
Won't take long to pass this up
Bodies weep we count them off
On our fingers, you and dearest drinking from a plastic cup
Melt it from our burning palm
Fitting people in placebo
Filtering our wilted form
Find circles in our minded thoughts
Then you bled him and fed him a question you begged him
I fault every spoken kiss
Containing shipments of our whispers
Difference holding nailed in mist
Forced a hanging from our lips
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Writer(s): Darcie
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