I'll make up my mind, when your make-up runs dry

I am coming for you in the night
with this bitterness i'll hold you tightly
and i need to know that you are safe
come to me with advice bitten lips
and we'll cut across the sheets
take off your bra for me
sinister whipsers caught deep in the night
with this regret will you sink to the bottom?
or float like you needed to?
These lines, they are written for you.

The End

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