Jipped, as the fingertips took a slip.
How we say goodbye as the touch from our lips
Slowly receids back to its natural tips.
As a piece of my heart is given to you, ripped
From the very seems, now it takes a trip.
Lost, but nothing is ever forgotten on the flip.
Unless I give in right now, and take this whole script.
-SubtleDismal
10-1-18
23:46:24











