Coffee flavoured kisses in the morning
Watched the river swallow up the sun
You took over my body without warning
Now each and every cell has come undone
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Blonde hair, shoulder length
A morning in June, one of thirty
I run my fingers through the tall grass
Picking memories like strawberries
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
The sea is made of milk and made of honey
I float under the surface without sound
My skin is made of clay and paper money
The seabed has a mattress soft as cloud
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Dig your nails into my skin and pull apart my flesh
Pick me into pieces and shred my every breath
Beat my blood like morning eggs and take your rightful pound
Spin my head and shake my legs but I won't make a sound
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC