my unfinished art project-- it stares at me every day

Bet You Five Bucks
You Kiss the Mask
This plastic taste
make young hearts race
Run for the chase
Get lost, retrace
My fingers trace
your hardened face
The holy place
seems all false face
This lovers base
feels out of place
Its aftertaste
callous blank space

at the moment, it really seems like the best for me.

I am in love with this.

*I still don't know if I'm going to keep up with this blog. I'll see how I feel about it later.

Anyways, I woke up and my hand started writing this:

Bare naked
I'll take these words off
This is me undressing
When the last word falls
Will you take me in your arms?