3:03PM ; MISSING
一
LIPS ARTICULATING
"i love you"s and
"i'll never leave"s
tricks hidden
under your sleeves
wicked tongues slurred
with a plea for the devil
creating him
for the perfect revel
hands around one another
in embrace
fingers locked around
throats, bruises
on their face
imitating the
characteristics of hell
who knew
you could do it so well?
YOU ARE READING
せかい。
Poetry「 a guy who loves sad poems so much he eventually became one. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD
