She said her main requirementForced for a sane relationship
Was that he must have all his teeth
'Cause that she trusts meant much beneath.
Do I let my teeth fall out?
Is this but why my sky does shout?
Caring not to wholeness make,
Preparing rot my soul does shake?
Like the eating junk food then
Was like beating punk good when
He didn't do anything wrong.
All he wanted was to sing songs.
But no. Had to beat him up.
Had to bad make. Feet give up
And won't walk another mile.
Just don't talk and smother smile.
We can let the teeth fall out.
Get real ugly beneath pout.
So scary that no one's dear.
Goal's weary. Can't show my fear.
Lost Smiles
by Loveson G. Flower
2:30 AM 10/4/97
home in bed
Photo copied from google searching toothless.
