bored
I havn't submitted in forever and I figured why not. I wrote this in about 10 mins, so it sucks I know, but if it has any potential, drop me some comments.
All the Kings Men
Subtle words trace as razors and
Snake through my thirsty ears.
I drink the sentiment of forked tounges
And feel it crawl my spine.
The blood on your lips is the
Color of your hair. I can taste the
Memory of Marlboros on your breath
And the lingering disgust of late night
Blind Passion.
My hands knew the curves of your
Hips. I know the path of your mind.
I’ve felt this kingdom for all its cracks, I’ve breeched
Your stoic walls.
All the kings men wait on the horizon, the white flags gone
Red under the pale moons sky.
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