I'm quite sure I'm not the first or last girl to pay tribute to her toothbrush,
The back for cleaning stomachs,
the head for cleaning the stomach off teeth,
I can't ever seem to get love right, I'm always intimidated by its eyes,
But maybe with a solid brushing of teeth...
No thank you, none for me, love is a thing to harsh for me.
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Poems from the dark
PoetryTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
