the painted lips of a China doll
the toxicity in thousands of hisses
the painless chemistry of a lonely sigh
the shaking simplicity in kisses
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Puisii won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
believing in demons
the painted lips of a China doll
the toxicity in thousands of hisses
the painless chemistry of a lonely sigh
the shaking simplicity in kisses
