jersey girls, summer hair, me and your summer days
Category: Poems
Current mood:  full

take an oath on my hand in blood where you stand 

drop your dager to choke me in the girls locker room

my killer sweetheart, there never gonna find out the crimes we commit

will be bonnie and clyde, but like bonnie and clairine

embracing in motel rooms in the sweet jersey air 

running from our crimes we committed to at the alter  

killing him, killing the eve, 

we all know the crimes he commit to us but not to the doctrine of a dustyairoverlordthingthatisonlyrealbysomedusty2000yearoldbook

the crimes he sinned and stitched praised by the doctrine of nothing

runways for all the wrong reasons of the stupidity of this pop science church-of-bullsh*t

my killer queen lathered and eat their insides for fun 

oops i let my lips split on hers in the sticky motel in the wildwood lisp

now i were murdered in the churches eye

they could never stand a love more than one protected by a shiny metaphorical plastic ring 

ill kiss you behind the church that lost us at the alter and finish this mess with a gored spite of a knife

-morgef***er