the sun seeped in through the cracked-open window, and i cradled your hand within mine, watching the veins and the creases of your knuckles. the sun seeped in and i whispered to you, inching up the bed and kissing at your cheek.
"we are alive and i love you to pieces."
wild daisies; your favorite drink on rocks of ice, the sea with it's calming waves and Ancient Ones. i will swim with you until you get tired, i'll drive you home and hold you until you sleep.
i pour molten silver in the cracks of you until you are all fixed.
i will not stop until the scars fade, until the night comes.
each one of your fantasies is a lock -- i will find the key,
dug deep into the nooks of my heart, my art.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
the sun seeped in through the cracked-open window, and i cradled your hand within mine, watching the veins and the creases of your knuckles. the sun seeped in and i whispered to you, inching up the bed and kissing at your cheek.
"we are alive and i love you to pieces."
wild daisies; your favorite drink on rocks of ice, the sea with it's calming waves and Ancient Ones. i will swim with you until you get tired, i'll drive you home and hold you until you sleep.
i pour molten silver in the cracks of you until you are all fixed.
i will not stop until the scars fade, until the night comes.
each one of your fantasies is a lock -- i will find the key,
dug deep into the nooks of my heart, my art.
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