i feel like a music box, only coming alive to your touch, when you go away, so do i, to a place in my mind, where it's cold and dark, but there you are again, with your golden fingers, lighting me up, and bringing the song to my lips, letting me live.
remind me-- what was ever so romantic about sunrises, rain, and morning coffee? remind me how to find meaning in the monochrome, paint color into the mundane and strive for imperfection.
when I think of you the skies between my thighs turn all shades of pink and blue and then my heart begins and starts god, I don’t know, what do I do? till all my guards and well-kept parts melt right into your skin and through