How much you play with me, is none of my business
Tie me up with your rebukes
Kiss my fear-painted face
With your crazy retorts
Lash my flesh, whip them open
Lace my soul with horror
As you close the distance between it and that of yours
I'd answer with a surge of nonchalance
And a suppressed laugh
As you kill my every bit with your feigned sweetness
Softness, and idiocy
Thinking you've got the better of me
When I'm just eyeing, studying your responses
And I let a nasty laugh out.
|21:42|April 27, 2016|
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