Your voice rings in my ear like a perfect pitch your words dance across my mind like notes If you are music then I am a musician and our love is a composition Every note speaks Every rest makes them listen closer
The threads and colours embody all that i want, wrapped loosely around me in a warm hug, slightly too large. I get carried away by the coziness and the smell of it all, the memories within the stitches.
You slithered up and left your sheds on my front porch, like a serpent i made crawl out of it's own skin Yet on the new skin the bruises remain and it's too bad our minds can't shed old layers of things that we never want to remember