[ icecream yeah ]

[ icecream yeah ]

A Poem by winter;lyra

icecream yeah
as if i had it in my grasp
i'd be honest and be without
still about what she meant
when she took her face off her grave
(well, what a sunny grave)
wet my fingers with your rays
melt and bowed down
disembowelled to the last drop
lastly vanilla drowned
i'd be a mound
of your wet dreams
and you the mill
to my teenage limbs

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on March 14, 2019
Last Updated on March 14, 2019