Numb I feel everyday in thy arms
Yesterdays pain consigned to grave oblivion
By the sultry look on your poker face
A rocket launcher of a face
Eyes slinky like an eclipse in summer
Inviting to your soul amid blushes n tears
Buxom consort I give you all that’s mine
To love, tear and ruin as you please
Save a drink in a glass of the frothy kind
A dance , a white dress and stilettos
For the altar is set n the music has stopped
Ca-clack, ca-clack, ca-clack as slow as u wish
I ll wait with sweat in my palms for you
I lost the paper on which I wrote the vows
Yet the tears will print them on your face
Ruining your make up in the process.
S_ucre
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