I'll put my lips in formalin.
You can put it out and put it in.
You can kiss me though I am gone.
But you'll spend the night all alone.
I know you'll miss
my vulgar lips
and my askew look
on your jigsaw nude.
I'll put my lips in formalin.
You can put it out and put it in.
You can kiss me though I am gone.
But you'll spend the night all alone.
I know you'll miss
my vulgar lips
and my askew look
on your jigsaw nude.
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to...