Sweet Weapons
Blue Crush
Chose not to hear
the words a forked tongue spews
I’m too distracted by
the tiny summer dress she wears
So I’ve fallen prey
to the perfect teeth
the weight behind those
swimming eyes
and that tiny summer dress
There’s no such thing
as winter here
Breathe that cold wind
It follows at your heels
like all the
broken ties
still warm from bridges burned
And you make it hard
to put you in your place
but I will
gladly try
to be the sheathe to that sharp tongue
I knew you’d bring
that winter here
From Letras Mania