WE walk upon the lemon slice
like-Earth spinning dish
a garnish upon our plate
a heart full of pie
and i love your face
it makes mascara smear
when i taste your heart

oh, moon like a drop
of caught tears!
i crushed you there
in my fist,
and on top of day
i forgot your name
when i taste your heart
it makes mascara smear

Oh well, oh yeah
it’s an open space
oh no, oh my
i died forgiving
just two hands upon
a wooden cross
and mascara smears

:: 01-11-2015 ::