you're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
collar bone
and
shoulder
and i've
always wondered
how it would feel
to have
softer cheeks
rise and fall
with nervous breathe
and how your
lips looked
from an angle
only a starving artist
could create
when he had
rent to pay
and
a girl to see
in a shirt
he hadn't
worn since he
remembered
he had it
when it fit him
and
she has it
falling loosely
over her smaller
frame
and when
we're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
your eyes
and my dreams
i hope you
know I'd choose
your eyes
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
you're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
collar bone
and
shoulder
and i've
always wondered
how it would feel
to have
softer cheeks
rise and fall
with nervous breathe
and how your
lips looked
from an angle
only a starving artist
could create
when he had
rent to pay
and
a girl to see
in a shirt
he hadn't
worn since he
remembered
he had it
when it fit him
and
she has it
falling loosely
over her smaller
frame
and when
we're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
your eyes
and my dreams
i hope you
know I'd choose
your eyes
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