eyes as hot as searing iron
blood as cold as desert nights
smile as sharp as blades beneath me
words are told as if they’re rights
~
and those hounds can see right through me
as if sifting skin through air
terrifying yet endearing
shadows playing truth or dare
~
and I lay softly on the ceiling
candid lives of the unsure
twist my bones and hold me dearly
as I drift to the unknown
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I can see right through the undertones… clearly takes it to
another level.
Thank you, I hope you enjoyed it. 🙂