wordlings

The sunlight hits different when he wears pink

The sunlight hits different when he wears pink

through my third eye i stole polaroids of his being

the red heart, his cold feet and loud smile

at lunch i wondered how he'd taste instead

in her mouth, on his knees, in my bed

behind the old church, he likes to sin

in that shirt i love and his tongue i adore

so by dawn, i sit up and sing

the sunlight hits different when he wears pink

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