Your hands untied the noose
Without even knowing what it was
Everything you do, irony shades it's hue
We seem to embrace that chapter of life
That begins with us.
That jagged birthmark across your back
Where my fingers dance
Your eyes dialate, that cool black
Into my heart, your seed still plants.
Watching your fingers slide against the strings
My muse has returned
He listens when I sing
Shaking off his winter sunburn
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Your hands untied the noose
Without even knowing what it was
Everything you do, irony shades it's hue
We seem to embrace that chapter of life
That begins with us.
That jagged birthmark across your back
Where my fingers dance
Your eyes dialate, that cool black
Into my heart, your seed still plants.
Watching your fingers slide against the strings
My muse has returned
He listens when I sing
Shaking off his winter sunburn
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