My lips chapped. Raw, dry, cracking
dead flesh being bitten off by thirty two white horses
EYES. Big, brown.
LASHES. Thick, long, stuck on brows
making it hard to blink
But it's okay. If I blink, I miss the climax, the experience, the opportunity. It'll be too late.
GONE.
No happy ending.
But its fine, I'll start another story. Another song, one with happy thoughts because life is hard and you deserve to smile, everyday.
