blood on my lips like smudged lipstick
Poetic habit is poetry in my movement and body of text minus the thred . Thred is for eye brows and removing facial hair not to read a conversation on my phone this talk happened solo . Blood on my lip looks like smudged lipstick wipe off my lip gloss my saucy lip controlled Saliva holding back what I have to say . Let It go like grime and gross old food in my teeth i floss I floss my teeth I floss what I write I floss what I bite I floss what is tight. I floss all fuckin night apply my new lip gloss rush didBeauty or Vs someshit drop a drop of gloss on my toung tast good like candy it’s a littlesnack you see . I eat up like snak slick my toung up to spit really fast avoiding contact with Cotten mouth just eat a little rush beauty lip gloss put on a new dress I can floss . got my car outta the shop with new paint chip free gloss . Blood on my lip dripping looks like smudge Lip stick wipe off my lip gloss Or Floss my saucy lip gloss licking up nerds with fades to