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I need a new distraction,
And would ya look at you
Your tattoos,
Cigarette breath, and old leather shoes,
Oh my,  
God spent some extra time on you.
The way you walk,
You look so cool,
Rolling Stones tshirt,
Keep it old school.
A wild ride,
I can see it in your eyes,
I can hear it in your stories
I'm sure half of them are lies.
But oh ****,
You got it.
That thing that makes me crazy,
I didn't know what I was missing until I saw you, baby.
I need a new distraction and you're perfect,
There's nothing I can do
You walked into my sight and I can't keep my eyes off you.
Just something fun, different from what I normally do.
 May 2014 bakedjones
Emma Liang
and the weather is perfect outside where skin would be just enough.
i want to romp the world with you, naked as the day we were born,
feeling like with you it really is the first day of my life.
we will roll in the grass, and of course you are allergic to everything in nature
don’t worry, darling.
i will soothe your burning, blistering skin with butterfly kisses.
we will skinny dip, even though neither of us are particularly skinny
(we have your favorite chinese mexican takeout place to thank for that)
and i will slap your **** in the semi-darkness, giggling.
watching the sun go down, I will forget what anything feels like on my skin
other than your breath and hands
 May 2014 bakedjones
LiviKawa
I want to be there
Next to you
So your whispers
And secrets
Fill my ears
So I can hug you
Kiss away your tears
my heart is
an open field
of jagged rocks
and pits covered
in dry grass.

my heart is
a dense forest
to the south
and a river bank
to the east

my heart is
a landscape
alive with feral
animals and
gentle beasts.

my heart
pumps like a
purple sunset
in a hellish
Phoenix sky.

-r0
 May 2014 bakedjones
ae
4:02 AM
 May 2014 bakedjones
ae
I need the way you tell me I'm pretty then proceed to kiss my neck
I want the way you say you love me and then laugh at the crazy notion
I crave the way you talk me through my lowest lows
I love the way you are
But I think you stopped loving me the second I confessed
Getting in touch, well,
That's the main thing I do;
Tuning in to me
And taking notes from my soul,
Then weaving a tapestry.
 May 2014 bakedjones
Hayleigh
I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.
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