As I tasted the dirt
All over my tongue
growing seeds between my teeth
you stuck your hands down my throat
to find the roots thriving inside
dig th em out of me
as you tore them out
I tore you back,
I took your heart
between my hands
oh how i held it tight
as you tried to reach me
and when it beat
i beat back
Take the rotten heart
that poisons my lungs
Sweep the dirt from underneath
and the next time i find
a leaf on my tongue
i will cough until i’m clean
Flowers bloom from rot
so I am careful not to
move too slowly
If I sprout and start growing weeds in my heart
I’ll be killed by the dirt of the earth,
Take the rotten heart
that poisons my lungs
Sweep the dirt from underneath
and the next time i find
a leaf on my tongue
i will cough until i’m clean
If we’re made of star stuff
Why do I feel so cold
All I'm asking you for
Is the chance to grow old
If we once were stars
And if dust we shall be
I won’t give up the gift
of my mortality
this rotten heart
has poisoned my lungs
and i’m sure that fear
made it stop
but if i can’t find
the source of the vine
i’ll be forced
to cut off the top
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