Kill the Blue Skies
And on some days while the
sun is being threaded
tightly by her corset
oh visit me my fantasy
have dream come true
while you kill the blue
skies you suck up
and in my head I drown
my fears and lay my self
down to sleep and pray
Dream come true
Dream come true
oh won't you come
true.
:: 02.18.2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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