HALSEY

73. SIMON SAYS

simon says.

her eyes are brown like coffee grinds,

they're spilling out and soak my mind.

a wild, caffeinated high.

I'm up all night.

I'm up all night.

her lips are pink, my candy prize.

they pull apart and soak my thighs.

a wild, syrup sweet surprise.

I'm open wide.

I'm open wide.

the only thing more alive than I, a neon light.

buzzing like a worker bee, and burning bright.

and if we were two moths, I think I'd fall behind.

and follow you directly to the bulb to fry.

simons says, is not enough to fall in love.

but simon's back don't curve as nicely as yours does.

if you speak the words, I find that I'm obliged.

if simon says I love it, well he didn't lie.

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