Talking
Simplicity is the greatest key.
You talked about,
dissing with guts,
giving it your all.
I have my mind in the
clouds, heart in hell and
this soul in heaven.
Your friend has the mind
of a pig, glass body that
appears to him through
video game models.
Now you lie through
your teeth, like your lips
are of grapefruit
and you never cried.
I may not be able to see
into the future but the past
loves to talk, tasting sorrow
like an ice-cream cone.
Talking about texts that don't exist,
saying she was the gardening hoe,
that planted the flowers. So you
became the rain that watered their
shade.
Girls love to play ring around the rosie,
turning into black widows, to spin
lies like pros. Becoming ghosts through
text messages.
Birds with tongues as worms love
to fly without word or moment to give.
Under their wings, its like selfish lies
on their colored feathers.
Take a look good in the mirror,
you don't wanna look like willy wonka
or Violet. Take a good lesson from
Melanie Martinez, who can pull it off
in a second.
Now he loves speaking snake,
riding dragons, spewing fire
on your corpse before you
became alive like a hollow scarecrow.
Honey, and dear the honeymoon
is almost over. That's the phase
of high school, ring around the moon
before the child comes.
Floods are filling up, rain is
washing down and yet you keep
bathing in the moon's tide.
My heart belongs to god,
while your good nature only
truly lives in limbo.
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