your sweetness is the core of my apple
the swing set to my playground
the field I was a burning child inside of
I've spoken to god more than I have in years
and wrote a love letter to all my bones and organs that still work
my heart is a shark floating on top of a water bed of emotions
with my memories like an oil spill
I have pieces of me I couldn't lie to
I have seeds for an orchard I no longer want to grow
but the autumn breeze
reminds me of their sweetness
and the way my mouth waters from the smell of your hair
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 5:59 AM UTC
your sweetness is the core of my apple
the swing set to my playground
the field I was a burning child inside of
I've spoken to god more than I have in years
and wrote a love letter to all my bones and organs that still work
my heart is a shark floating on top of a water bed of emotions
with my memories like an oil spill
I have pieces of me I couldn't lie to
I have seeds for an orchard I no longer want to grow
but the autumn breeze
reminds me of their sweetness
and the way my mouth waters from the smell of your hair
