Palate the Jack on my tongue on a staircase at midnight like you would taste a sweet cherry pie on a hazy summer afternoon; let my light in like a stained glass window, leave your touch like the bees pollinate the petals on my sweater sleeve.
We’re all guilty of it; preaching one thing, then participating in actions that completely go against it. I see it everyday. I guess what rubs me the wrong way is the capacity in which people totally contradict themselves. 687 more words