Every time I feel alive
I smell like baby soap,
In silky toothless smile
From an excess crying .
I feel rich with smells
And I smell of riches.
Deaths are crybabies,
Permanent after dusk.
They do not smell rich
Nor smile as baby soft.
Making up moments
Every time I feel alive
I smell like baby soap,
In silky toothless smile
From an excess crying .
I feel rich with smells
And I smell of riches.
Deaths are crybabies,
Permanent after dusk.
They do not smell rich
Nor smile as baby soft.