Gossip
By atia
Fried eyes Glare Empty eyes stare So you'd best better beware Before you're swallowed.. Lies all lies Filthy expectations Kick back and get sucked in Or better yet bitten By the bite of death Venus Fly Trap Suffocate within my breath Amidst all the fervor Think me not condescending Just fascinated by your life And critisicms unending. Just a busy bee Hanging on for the buzz, Dying to hear the rip Of myths and tales unsung Longing for life and dreaming Of your taste on my tart tongue..I loathe gossip... Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 06:53 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Fried eyes Glare..."