Where does it stay, I know it
Behind the lips
And despite the despotic mascaraed of the mascara
Deep into the two eyes
It's a good thing they are not three
A sadness as natural as the morning need to urinate
But lasting far longer
I pee sadness from dawn till dusk
It's a good thing it doesn't smell
Though.
Behind the lips
And despite the despotic mascaraed of the mascara
Deep into the two eyes
It's a good thing they are not three
A sadness as natural as the morning need to urinate
But lasting far longer
I pee sadness from dawn till dusk
It's a good thing it doesn't smell
Though.
November 2010