Aphrodite
My smile ran miles across my lips,
As my laugh dipped in thunder,
I spoke soft sunshines as prayers to you.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, Aphrodite.
Your explore page marked milestones in me,
As I trudged mountains to pawn off versions of me,
I’d amputee my mile smile for a rocket body anyday.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, Aphrodite.
Im your post, I secured my soul.
Every step you took is a step I studied, engorged, and imitated.
I framed you as my God and your vision
Baptized me.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, Aphrodite.
In my tub, sapphire streaks light up the tub,
mad my final sigh dances into the decension
into Aphrodite. We have become one.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, Aphrodite.
At my tomb, my mother sobs of mile smiles and thunder laughs,
but I smile. I have become my Aphrodite.
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