ripped jeans soak in crying clouds,
puddles ripple and plop,
two heated bodies in an isolated lake,
limping over eachother,
dont let your gravestone be labelled as "UNKNOWN GIRL",
ice kissing her fragile, wretched skin,
welcome death like a loving soulmate,
teeth sunken into lamb-skin,
denim miniskirt's zipper's stuck,
either hold your hitched breath- or leave,
cd tapes rot her brain of the same glimmering lake,
the same skinny dip,
the same ethereal disgusting face,
dripping blood onto her slick, slimy coated tongue,
two pairs of ripped clothing.
!this poem is mine!
(a/n: tulipviv poet comeback era??!!! lmao i made this rlly quickly and btw the underlined bit is suppose to be a cross out ! ily mwa <3 )
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nymphs
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