And the teardrops on my face
won’t startle you awake
anymore –one foot out the door,
two smiles on the floor, fighting.
Teeth chattering on a warm night:
one says, “I love you,”
and the other says, “It isn’t right.”
And the teardrops on my face
won’t startle you awake
anymore –one foot out the door,
two smiles on the floor, fighting.
Teeth chattering on a warm night:
one says, “I love you,”
and the other says, “It isn’t right.”