I prefer the over casted grey. Give me your scared collarbones that expose themselves after I have felt you. The infatuation with indifference is somewhat disposing of me. I have been numb for so long i've lost count of the inhalations that run along my ribs. I once drew the lines of those recessions and it expanded past the atlantic. Give me your motives baby.
I've lived along your open skin, cheek on your back as I breathe. My face dances in the depth of your spine. I forget the silence that sweeps a moment like that.
Stained on my arms as I lay along you. Thoughts fought their way into my mouth. And now out upon you. Fingers clench my face, I forget you. I've held thousands of maps for you, they have endured the long before, the once was truth
It is the necessary evil. You me and the sun, i'll push my fingers into your scars. make you feel them more. Burn up like we already know what we are becoming. However, numb we have been so far.
Now that it is done, I've washed away the departed Knives fall from the faucet I am still stained of you. Nothing to remove you from my skin, your fingertips, taped along my chest. They are there, all the time. They will never be relieved.
Three hundred miles of skin displayed upon its honorable division layered upon the fray bring me in. I never once knew your kind they stayed among the corners of rye
How to lose someone, in the instant. Through the paralleled tunnels of a second, To feel something, ever bending within the palms of your hand. I caught hold of you, somewhere in another dimension. But here you stay lingering upon my realities Keeping me compromised.
How to be a non-believer Walked upon the skylines of you sober, dance along edges. I never began to know you. you never once came for me. or said the things I need of you Only a comfortable wish of ties yet I wish for those to undeniably bind me. to be ****** upon the upper bars cars go by and you never came.
I don't want to love someone else, But I will if I need to. Stay away for as long as I can To come home to nothing at all. I lost my soul a few years ago, It left when I said hello
I was your right hand woman, sat down near me to stretch your arms over your head shirt rising along parallels with my motives and you look for my eyes, neck stretched its furthest back and your grey hair falls almost touching the ground you spoke something that never mattered but I knew everything in that second.
I loved you once, when that grey beanie was new. You kissed me with your neck so high I thought you'd never move But it was only me, Went down on you so often my nose ring got infected. There is still a scar, forever on my face, quite literally.